William Edward Norris (18 November 1847 – 1925), English novelist, was the son of Sir W Norris, chief justice of Ceylon.
He was educated at Eton, and called to the bar at the Inner Temple in 1874. His first story, Heap of Money, appeared in 1877, and was followed by a long series of novels, many of which first appeared in the Temple Bar and Cornhill magazines.
The best of his numerous novels are:
- Mademoiselle de Mersac (1880)
- Matrimony (1881)
- No New Thing (1883)
- My Friend Jim (1886)
- The Rogue (1888)
- The Despotic Lady (1895)
- Mathew Austin (1895)
- The Widower (1898)
- Nature's Comedian (1904)
- Pauline (1908)
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