“Sure, I know they didn’t break it,” Jason said. “Sure, I know that. Maybe the change of weather broke it.”
“I dont see how it could have,” Mrs. Compson said. “Your room stays locked all day long, just as you leave it when you go to town. None of us ever go in there except Sunday, to clean it. I dont want you to think that I would go where I’m not wanted, or that I would permit anyone else to.”
“I never said you broke it, did I?” Jason said.
“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.”