"Just try it," Mr. Knightley insisted.
"My father will never eat this," Emma replied.
"I wasn't asking your father to try it, Emma, I was asking you to try it."
Emma took a tiny spoon sitting next to the novel dish and took a taste.
"That is delicious," Emma admitted. "You said that one of your tenants gives it to you every year on your birthday?"
"Yes," Mr. Knightley said. "And I think the Mistress of Donwell ought to at least try food from the tenants. It would be rude not to."
Emma smiled. "That is quite true, Mr. Knightley."
