"Now, Leander, I don't think that seems amiable or pleasant at all. I think we ought to try to accommodate ourselves to the tastes of our friends."
"Then, my dear, suppose you try to like your salad with sugar and vinegar."
"But it's so gauche and unfashionable! Did you ever hear of a salad made with sugar and vinegar on a table in good society?"
"My mother's table, I believe, was good society, and I learned to like it there. The truth is, Hero, for a sensible woman, you are too fond of mere fashionable and society notions."
"Yes, you told me that last week, and I think it was very unjust,—very unjust, indeed"—(uttered with emphasis).
"No more unjust than your telling me that I was dictatorial and obstinate."
"Well, now, Leander, dear, you must confess that you are rather obstinate."
"I don't see the proof."
"You insist on your own ways and opinions so, heaven and earth won't turn you."
"Do I insist on mine more than you on yours?"