to the bureau charged with robbery. On seeing them, Coco-Lacour, who had long been their companion and Ultimate friend, was apparently overpowered with indignation; he rose and apostrophized Dorlé in these terms.
Lacour. Well, sir, what are you still incorrigible?
Dorlé. I do not understand you, M. Coco, with your morality!
Lacour (in a rage.) Who do you call Coco? Learn that that name is not mine; I call myself Lacour; yes, Lacour, do you hear?
Dorlé. Ah! my God! I know it too well, you are Lacour; but you have not, I dare say, forgotten that when we were comrades you had no other name but Coco, and all the friends you have call you by that name, and no other. I say, Cerf, have you ever seen a cocoa of such strength?
Cerf (shrugging his shoulders.) There are no children left, all the world is mingled, monsieur Lacour!
Lacour. It is good, good, very good, other times, other manners; castigat ridendo mores; I know that in my youth I may have committed some little venial offences, but
Lacour tried to arrange some words, in which the word honour was distinguishable; but Dorlé who was not in a humour to listen to his remonstrance, closed his mouth by recalling to him all the various times when they had worked together. A thousand times Lacour has experienced disagreeables of this kind: and if ever he reproached the robbers with their tenacity for sticking to business, his good intentions were always recompensed by similar impertinences.
