Sir John paused for a moment, glanced down the page, then adjusted his glasses, drew himself up very erect and began to read.  He had not read one sentence before he perceived that he had now quite different metal to deal with.  Although disappointment stormed at his heart, he was too true a gentleman and too brave a soldier to allow such a feeling to influence him even for a moment.  Yes, he would do the spirited words with which he had now to deal every justice.  So he read on, the fire in the paper communicating itself to him, and the guests who listened soon forgot all about the Scholarship and all about the three young candidates.  They were interested in the words themselves; the words rang out; they were not remarkable so much for the heart element as for the strong, proud, intellectual touch.