Mr Honeyfoot meanwhile, his hands in the air like a Methodist praising God, was walking rapidly from bookcase to bookcase; he could scarcely stop long enough to read the title of one book before his eye was caught by another on the other side of the room. “Oh, Mr Norrell!” he cried. “Such a quantity of books! Surely we shall find the answers to all our questions here!”

“I doubt it, sir,” was Mr Norrell’s dry reply.

— Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell