by Alexander Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (unsourced…
“ But this sudden and factitious joy soon forsook the young man, and was succeeded by a still greater grief."Well," said Beauchamp, "what still oppresses you, my friend?""I am broken-hearted," said Albert. "Listen, Beauchamp! I cannot thus, in a moment relinquish the respect, the confidence, and pride with which a father's untarnished name inspires a son. Oh, Beauchamp, Beauchamp, how shall I now approach mine? Shall I draw back my forehead from his embrace, or withhold my hand from his? I am the most wretched of men. ”
