"Nemo is Latin for no one." "It must be English for some one, sir, I think," Mr.Snagsby submits with his deferential cough.

"It is a person's name.

Here it is, you see, sir! Forty-two folio.

Given out Wednesday night, eight o'clock; brought in Thursday morning, half after nine." The tail of Mr.Snagsby's eye becomes conscious of the head of Mrs.
Snagsby looking in at the shop-door to know what he means by deserting his tea.

Mr.Snagsby addresses an explanatory cough to Mrs.
Snagsby, as who should say, "My dear, a customer!" "Half after nine, sir," repeats Mr.Snagsby.