Then Tiny frowned and answered,
"I should just think you were. Certainly you ought to be. And now tell me, what is it you are sorry for?"
So the Junior Subaltern twiddled his toes over each other, and answered very low,
"For you know."
Then Tiny said very sternly,
"Yes, I know—only I've forgotten."
So the Junior Subaltern whispered,
"At your wedding."
Then Tiny remembered about the drop of lime-juice off a feather in the porch. And he wagged his head very sorrowfully and said,
"O dear! O dear! O dear!" And he walked up and down for a long long time, with his hands behind him, and his chin on his chest, groaning, and so on etc.