"My dear, you don't like your salad."
"No, my dear; I never eat anything with salad oil in it."
"Not eat salad oil? How absurd! I never heard of a salad without oil." And the lady looks disturbed.
"But, my dear, as I tell you, I never take it. I prefer simple sugar and vinegar."
"Sugar and vinegar! Why, Leander, I'm astonished! How very bourgeois! You must really try to like my salad"—(spoken in a coaxing tone).
"My dear, I never try to like anything new. I am satisfied with my old tastes."
"Well, Leander, I must say that is very ungracious and disobliging of you."
"Why any more than for you to annoy me by forcing on me what I don't like?"
"But you would like it, if you would only try. People never like olives till they have eaten three or four, and then they become passionately fond of them."
"Then I think they are very silly to go through all that trouble, when there are enough things that they do like."