"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."