"Ah, I see the eye of a father is no more to be deceived than his
heart."
"Hum!" said the major.
"Some one has told you the secret; or, perhaps, you guessed that he was
here."
"That who was here?"
"Your child--your son--your Andrea!"
"I did guess it," replied the major with the greatest possible coolness.
"Then he is here?"
"He is," said Monte Cristo; "when the valet de chambre came in just now,
he told me of his arrival."
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