He never does sleep after half past seven.
You know he doesn't."
Dilsey said nothing.
She made no further move, but though she could not see her save as a blobby shape without depth, Mrs Compson knew that she had lowered her face a little and that she stood now like cows do in the rain, holding the empty water bottle by its neck.
"You're not the one who has to bear it," Mrs Compson said. "It's not your responsibility.
You can go away.
You dont have to bear the brunt of it day in and day out.
You owe nothing to them, to Mr Compson's memory.
I know you have never had any tenderness for Jason.
You've never tried to conceal it."
Dilsey said nothing.
She turned slowly and descended, lowering her body from step to step, as a small child does, her hand against the wall.
"You go on and let him alone," she said. "Dont go in dar no mo, now.
I'll send Luster up soon as I find him.
Let him alone, now."
She returned to the kitchen.
She looked into the stove, then she drew her apron over her head and donned the overcoat and opened the outer door and looked up and down the yard.
The weather drove upon her flesh, harsh and minute, but the scene was empty of all else that moved.
She descended the steps, gingerly, as if for silence, and went around the corner of the kitchen.
As she did so Luster emerged quickly and innocently from the cellar door.
Dilsey stopped.
"Whut you up to?" she said.
"Nothin," Luster said. "Mr Jason say fer me to find out whar dat water leak in de cellar fum."
"En when wus hit he say fer you to do dat?" Dilsey said. "Last New Year's day, wasn't hit?"
"I thought I jes be lookin whiles dey sleep," Luster said.
Dilsey went to the cellar door.
He stood aside and she peered down into the obscurity odorous of dank earth and mold and rubber.
"Huh," Dilsey said.
She looked at Luster again.
He met her gaze blandly, innocent and open. "I dont know whut you up to, but you aint got no business coin hit.
You jes tryin me too dis mawnin cause de others is, aint you?
You git on up dar en see to Benjy, you hear?"
"Yessum," Luster said. He went on toward the kitchen steps, swiftly.
"Here," Dilsey said. "You git me another armful of wood while I got you."
"Yessum," he said.
He passed her on the steps and went to the woodpile.
When he blundered again at the door a moment later, again invisible and blind within and beyond his wooden avatar, Dilsey opened the door and guided him across the kitchen with a firm hand.
"Jes thow hit at dat box again," she said. "Jes thow hit."
"I got to," Luster said, panting. "I cant put hit down no other way."
"Den you stand dar en hold hit a while," Dilsey said. She unloaded him a stick at a time. "Whut got into you dis mawnin?
Here I vent you fer wood en you aint never brought mo'n six sticks at a time to save yo life swell today.
Whut you fixin to ax me kin you do now?
Aint dat show lef town yit?"
"Yessum. Hit done gone."
She put the last stick into the box.
"Now you go on up dar wid Benjy, like I tole you befo," she said. "And I dont want nobody else yellin down dem stairs at me swell I rings de bell.
You hear me."
"Yessum," Luster said. He vanished through the swing door.
Dilsey put some more wood in the stove and returned to the bread board.
Presently she began to sing again.