The Count of Monte Cristo

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"My father, too, is dead," said Morrel.

"Yes; but your father died in your arms, happy, respected, rich, and
full of years; his father died poor, despairing, almost doubtful of
providence; and when his son sought his grave ten years afterwards, his
tomb had disappeared, and no one could say, 'There sleeps the father you
so well loved.'"

"Oh!" exclaimed Morrel.

"He was, then, a more unhappy son than you, Morrel, for he could not
even find his father's grave."

"But then he had the woman he loved still remaining?"

"You are deceived, Morrel, that woman"--