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"Sacré," she muttered, drawing back the red lips from her white teeth, with the snarl of a vicious dog, "how I hate you, cochon! How I wish that you were dead!" And then she smoothed her brows, and smiled at him as he re-entered the room. In the course of the evening she made the suggestion that they should leave Aix-les-Bains next day. "Certainly," Alan answered, more warmly than usual.
On an occasion, just after the funeral, for which Ben Flint paid, when Madame was mothering the tiny Andrew in her arms, and Ben stood staring, lost in yearning for the lost and beloved pig, she glanced up and said: "Tiens, why should he not replace Bob, ce petit cochon?" Ben Flint slapped his thigh. "By Gum!" said he, and the thing was done.
Cochon is so called because of the number of wild pigs on the island. The largest, Possession Island, gave refuge to the shipwrecked crew of a whaler for about two years, when they were at length picked off by a passing ship. The Crozets are of volcanic origin, and some of them present a curious, conical, and sometimes fantastic appearance, more particularly Les Apôtres.
Her white frock was crimsoning with a deep and spreading stain. Something had happened to one of her legs. It was broken and crumpled up, like a bird's claw. "Suzette! Ma petite! O, mon Dieu!" A policeman was bending over little Suzette. Then he stood straight and raised a clenched fist to the sky. "Sale Boche! ... Assassin! ... Sale cochon!"
A blow, a short rush, a clinch and scuffle, and the voice of the massier, stern and reproachful: "Cochon!" Then the roll-call was resumed. "Clifford!" The massier paused and looked up, one finger between the leaves of the ledger. "Clifford!" Clifford was not there. He was about three miles away in a direct line and every instant increased the distance.
According to the declaration of the Police Minister, Cochon, in 1797, the spies, who were then regularly paid, amounted to one hundred and fifty thousand; and of these, thirty thousand did duty in this capital.
Labouchere related, also, that on going one day into a restaurant and seeing cochon de lait, otherwise sucking-pig, mentioned in the menu, he summoned the waiter and cross-questioned him on the subject, as he greatly doubted whether there were any sucking-pigs in all Paris. "Is it sucking-pig?" he asked the waiter. "Yes, monsieur," the man replied. But Labby was not convinced.
But then Marcelline certainly was rather a funny person. "And the cochon de Barbarie, where is he to sleep, Monsieur?" she said to Hugh. Hugh looked rather distressed. "I don't know," he said. "At home he slept in his little house on a sort of balcony there was outside my window. But there isn't any balcony here besides, it's so very cold, and he's quite strange, you know."
Menehould, or a supreme de cochon en torticolis a la Piffarde; such as Champollion, the chef of the "Traveller's," only knows how to dress; or the bouquet of a flask of Medoc, of Carbonell's best quality; or a goutte of Marasquin, from the cellars of Briggs and Hobson.
A lady seen by Trousseau would rise on the coming of a visitor to receive him with a pleased and amiable expression of countenance, and show him to a chair, at the same time addressing to him the words, "cochon, animal, fichue bete," French words hardly allowable in drawing-room usage. She was totally aphasic but not paralyzed.
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