You put your back into it and cook the man a decent dinner.

Give him soup, and then a nicely done chop with a dish of spinach and some fried potatoes.

After that a sweet omelette--" "Glory be to God!" said Sabina.
"And then a little savoury, tomato and olives, beaten to a cream, with the yolk of a hard-boiled egg served up on toast, cut into dice." "Arrah, what talk!" said Sabina.
"Get him accustomed to that sort of dinner for three weeks or a month, and then ask him for a rise in your wages.

He'll give it to you." "He would not." "He would.

Any man would.