“No,” replied the girl, “you do too much for us. You always have, ever since I’ve known you. It’s a shame for us to have allowed you.”
“What are you talking about, Miss Adah? Since I came to America your aunt has made this house like a home to me, and, of course, I take an interest in it and like to do anything for it that a man can. I am always happy when I come here.”
“Yes, I know you are, poor old boy,” said Adah to herself.
Aloud she said: “I have something to say to you which I would like you to hear. Will you listen, Sankwei?”
“Of course I will,” he answered.
“Well then,” went on Adah, “I asked you to come here today because I have heard that there is trouble at your house and that your wife is jealous of you.”
“Would you please not talk about that, Miss Adah. It is a matter which you cannot understand.”
“You promised to listen and heed. I do understand, even though I cannot speak to your wife nor find out what she feels and thinks. I know you, Sankwei, and I can see just how the trouble has arisen. As soon as I heard that your wife was jealous I knew why she was jealous.”
“Why?” he queried.
“Because,” she answered unflinchingly, “you are thinking far too much of other women.”