Chapters (81)
- Cover
- JONATHAN STRANGE & Mr NORRELL
- Dedication
- Preface
- Volume IMr Norrell
- 1The library at Hurtfew
- 2The Old Starre Inn
- 3The stones of York
- 4The Friends of English Magic
- 5Drawlight
- 6“Magic is not respectable, sir.”
- 7An opportunity unlikely to occur again
- 8A gentleman with thistle-down hair
- 9Lady Pole
- 10The difficulty of finding employment for a magician
- 11Brest
- 12The Spirit of English Magic urges Mr Norrell to the Aid of Britannia
- 13The magician of Threadneedle-street
- 14Heart-break Farm
- 15“How is Lady Pole?”
- 16Lost-hope
- 17The unaccountable appearance of twenty-five guineas
- 18Sir Walter consults gentlemen in several professions
- 19The Peep-O’Day-Boys
- 20The unlikely milliner
- 21The cards of Marseilles
- 22The Knight of Wands
- Volume IIJonathan Strange
- 23The Shadow House
- 24Another magician
- 25The education of a magician
- 26Orb, crown and sceptre
- 27The magician’s wife
- 28The Duke of Roxburghe’s library
- 29At the house of José Estoril
- 30The book of Robert Findhelm
- 31Seventeen dead Neapolitans
- 32The King
- 33Place the moon at my eyes
- 34On the edge of the desert
- 35The Nottinghamshire gentleman
- 36All the mirrors of the world
- 37The Cinque Dragownes
- 38From The Edinburgh Review
- 39The two magicians
- 40“Depend upon it; there is no such place.”
- 41Starecross
- 42Strange decides to write a book
- 43The curious adventure of Mr Hyde
- 44Arabella
- Volume IIIJohn Uskglass
- 45Prologue to The History and Practice of English Magic
- 46“The sky spoke to me …”
- 47“A black lad and a blue fella – that ought to mean summat.”
- 48The Engravings
- 49Wildness and madness
- 50The History and Practice of English Magic
- 51A family by the name of Greysteel
- 52The old lady of Cannaregio
- 53A little dead grey mouse
- 54A little box, the colour of heartache
- 55The second shall see his dearest possession in his enemy’s hand
- 56The Black Tower
- 57The Black Letters 1
- 58Henry Woodhope pays a visit
- 59Leucrocuta, the Wolf of the Evening
- 60Tempest and lies
- 61Tree speaks to Stone; Stone speaks to Water
- 62I came to them in a cry that broke the silence of a winter wood
- 63The first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache
- 64Two versions of Lady Pole
- 65The ashes, the pearls, the counterpane and the kiss
- 66Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
- 67The hawthorn tree
- 68“Yes.”
- 69Strangites and Norrellites
- Acknowledgements
- Notes
- A Note on the Author
- By the Same Author
- Also Available by Susanna Clarke
“Now I beg of you, my dear madam,” cried Drawlight, “to be more tranquil! Mr Norrell is come, as you see, and we must try what his power may do. He begs that you will not mention payment again. Whatever he does tonight will be done for friendship’s sake …” And here Mr Drawlight stood upon tiptoes and lifted his chin to look over Mrs Wintertowne’s shoulder to where Sir Walter Pole was standing within the room. Sir Walter had just risen from his chair and stood a little way off, regarding the newcomers. In the candlelight he was pale and hollow-eyed and there was about him a kind of gauntness which had not been there before. Mere common courtesy said that he ought to have come forward to speak to them, but he did not do so.
It was curious to observe how Mr Norrell hesitated in the doorway and exhibited great unwillingness to be conducted further into the house until he had spoken to Sir Walter. “But I must just speak to Sir Walter! Just a few words with Sir Walter! – I shall do my utmost for you, Sir Walter!” he called out from the door. “Since the young lady is, ahem!, not long gone from us, I may say that the situation is promising. Yes, I think I may go so far as to say that the situation is a promising one. I shall go now, Sir Walter, and do my work. I hope, in due course, I shall have the honour of bringing you good news!”
All the assurances that Mrs Wintertowne begged for – and did not get – from Mr Norrell, Mr Norrell was now anxious to bestow upon Sir Walter who clearly did not want them. From his sanctuary in the drawing-room Sir Walter nodded and then, when Mr Norrell still lingered, he called out hoarsely, “Thank you, sir. Thank you!” And his mouth stretched out in a curious way. It was, perhaps, meant for a smile.
“I wish with all my heart, Sir Walter,” called out Mr Norrell, “that I might invite you to come up with me and to see what it is I do, but the curious nature of this particular magic demands solitude. I will, I hope, have the honour of shewing you some magic upon another occasion.”
Sir Walter bowed slightly and turned away.