The Count of Monte Cristo

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"All," said the major, hastily swallowing his biscuit, "positively all."

"And yet there was one thing wanting in order to complete your
happiness?"

"Only one thing," said the Italian.

"And that one thing, your lost child."

"Ah," said the major, taking a second biscuit, "that consummation of
my happiness was indeed wanting." The worthy major raised his eyes to
heaven and sighed.

"Let me hear, then," said the count, "who this deeply regretted son was;
for I always understood you were a bachelor."

"That was the general opinion, sir," said the major, "and I"--