“I dont want to go in your room,” Mrs Compson said. “I respect anybody’s private affairs. I wouldn’t put my foot over the threshold, even if I had a key.”
“Yes,” Jason said, “I know your keys wont fit. That’s why I had the lock changed. What I want to know is, how that window got broken.”
“Luster say he didn’t do hit,” Dilsey said.
“I knew that without asking him,” Jason said. “Where’s Quentin?” he said.
“Where she is ev’y Sunday mawnin,” Dilsey said. “Whut got into you de last few days, anyhow?”
“Well, we’re going to change all that,” Jason said. “Go up and tell her breakfast is ready.”
“You leave her alone now, Jason,” Dilsey said. “She gits up fer breakfast ev’y week mawnin, en Cahline lets her stay in bed ev’y Sunday. You knows dat.”
“I cant keep a kitchen full of niggers to wait on her pleasure, much as I’d like to,” Jason said. “Go and tell her to come down to breakfast.”
“Aint nobody have to wait on her,” Dilsey said. “I puts her breakfast in de warmer en she—”
“Did you hear me?” Jason said.