The young man cast his eyes over the addresses, took the one destined for his mother, unsealed it and read it over.

As he read, great tears rolled down his cheeks.

Sir John gazed wonderingly at this new phase of Roland's character.

He had thought everything possible to this many-sided nature except those tears which fell silently from his eyes.
Shaking his head and paying not the least attention to Sir John's presence, Roland murmured: "Poor mother! she would have wept.

Perhaps it is better so.