That black page of Israel's life which told of the people's ingratitude was sealed in the book of memory.

Israel laughed.

What could his good friend mean?
Behold! was he not rich?
Had he not troops of comrades and guests about him?
The prisoners turned aside, baffled and done.

At length one man--it was no other than 'Larby the wastrel--drew some of them apart and said, "You are all wrong.

It's not his former state that he's thinking of.