Produced by Daniel Fromont [Transcriber's note: Susan Warner (1819-1885), _Nobody_ (1883), Nisbet edition] NOBODY BY SUSAN WARNER AUTHOR OF "THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD" "QUEECHY" ETC. ETC. "Let me see; What think you of falling in love?" --_As You Like It_ LONDON JAMES NISBET & C deg. LIMITED 31 BERNERS STREET NOTICE TO READER. The following is again a true story of real life. For character and colouring, no doubt, I am responsible; but the facts are facts. MARTLAER'S ROCK, _Aug_. 9, 1882. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. WHO IS SHE? II. AT BREAKFAST III. A LUNCHEON PARTY IV. ANOTHER LUNCHEON PARTY V. IN COUNCIL VI. HAPPINESS VII. THE WORTH OF THINGS VIII. MRS. ARMADALE IX. THE FAMILY X. LOIS'S GARDEN XI. SUMMER MOVEMENTS XII. APPLEDORE XIII. A SUMMER HOTEL XIV. WATCHED XV. TACTICS XVI. MRS. MARX'S OPINION XVII. TOM'S DECISION XVIII. MR. DILLWYN'S PLAN XIX. NEWS XX. SHAMPUASHUH XXI. GREVILLE'S MEMOIRS XXII. LEARNING XXIII. A BREAKFAST TABLE XXIV. THE CARPENTER XXV. ROAST PIG XXVI. SCRUPLES XXVII. PEAS AND RADISHES XXVIII. THE LAGOON OF VENICE XXIX. AN OX CART XXX. POETRY XXXI. LONG CLAMS XXXII. A VISITOR XXXIII. THE VALUE OF MONEY XXXIV. UNDER AN UMBRELLA XXXV. OPINIONS XXXVI. TWO SUNDAY SCHOOLS XXXVII. AN OYSTER SUPPER XXXVIII. BREAKING UP XXXIX. LUXURY XL. ATTENTIONS XLI. CHESS XLII. RULES XLIII. ABOUT WORK XLIV. CHOOSING A WIFE XLV. DUTY XLVI. OFF AND ON XLVII. PLANS XLVIII. ANNOUNCEMENTS XLIX. ON THE PASS NOBODY. CHAPTER I. WHO IS SHE? "Tom, who was that girl you were so taken with last night?" "Wasn't particularly taken last night with anybody." Which practical falsehood the gentleman escaped from by a mental reservation, saying to himself that it was not _last night_ that he was "taken." "I mean the girl you had so much to do with. Come, Tom!" "I hadn't much to do with her. I had to be civil to somebody. She was the easiest." "Who is she, Tom?" "Her name is Lothrop." "O you tedious boy! I know what her name is, for I was introduced to her, and Mrs. Wishart spoke so I could not help but understand her; but I mean something else, and you know I do. Who is she? And where does she come from?" "She is a cousin of Mrs. Wishart; and she comes from the country somewhere." "One can see _that_." "How can you?" the brother asked rather fiercely. "You see it as well as I do," the sister returned coolly. "Her dress shows it." "I didn't notice anything about her dress." "You are a man." "Well, you women dress for the men. If you only knew a thing or two, you would dress differently." "That will do! You would not take me anywhere, if I dressed like Miss Lothrop." "I'll tell you what," said the young man, stopping short in his walk up and down the floor;--"she can afford to do without your advantages!" "Mamma!" appealed the sister now to a third member of the party,--"do you hear? Tom has lost his head."