Magic returning to England, the end goal Childermass had always been after. Eighteen years and then some to get there, at least in his case, but he's still a private man. As much as it would be possible, now, to share that goal with Strange, the idea of sharing it with anyone at all is still a new one. No one's ever known what he was after, putting up with Norrell for as long as he did.

So, he won't. Instead, he'll simply point out, "With the help of Mr. Segundus, certainly, but it will be some time yet before they look at me and see an equal."

And therein lies the real problem, but he doesn't actually sound too worried about it. It just is what it is. He'll adapt.

"As it is, I do have more important things to deal with than whatever nonsense they'll undoubtedly get up to."