I thought these terrific resolutions came from a row he had with Dennison about cards, a disagreeable row in which Dennison said such nasty things that had I been Jack, I should have picked him up and dropped him out of the window; but by some extraordinary means Jack kept his temper until he told him to shut up, and that ended the whole thing, for Dennison knew when it was wise to be silent. I did not think much of Jack's resolutions, for he had been doing no work for such a long time and with such perfect success, that a complete change was more than I was able to grasp. Every one in St. Cuthbert's was supposed to read for honours in some school or other, and Jack, having scrambled through pass "Mods," had for a year pretended to read law. I never saw him doing it, but he had a most effective way of fooling dons, and, as far as his work was concerned, he never seemed to be worried. When, however, he came to me three weeks before the end of the term, and told me he was going to give up law and read history, I thought he was seeking trouble. "You will have to work if you have anything to do with The Bradder," I told him. "For the last ten minutes I have been trying to make you understand that I want to work," he answered, but still I did not believe him. "All your law will be wasted," I said. "I don't know any, so that's all right." "But the dons won't let you change." "I can manage them; the history people won't want me, but the law people will be glad to get rid of me, I have sounded them already." "You will end by reading theology," I said.