The room grew warmer. Soon Dilsey's skin had taken on a rich, lustrous quality as compared with that as of a faint dusting of wood ashes which both it and Luster's had worn as she moved about the kitchen, gathering about her the raw materials of food, coordinating the meal.
On the wall above a cupboard, invisible save at night, by lamp light and even then evincing an enigmatic profundity because it had but one hand, a cabinet clock ticked, then with a preliminary sound as if it had cleared its throat, struck five times.
"Eight oclock," Dilsey said.
She ceased and tilted her head upward, listening.
But there was no sound save the clock and the fire.
She opened the oven and looked at the pan of bread, then stooping she paused while someone descended the stairs.
She heard the feet cross the diningroom, then the swing door opened and Luster entered, followed by a big man who appeared to have been shaped of some substance whose particles would not or did not cohere to one another or to the frame which supported it.
His skin was dead looking and hairless; dropsical too, he moved with a shambling gait like a trained bear.
His hair was pale and fine. It had been brushed smoothly down upon his brow like that of children in daguerrotypes.
His eyes were clear, of the pale sweet blue of cornflowers, his thick mouth hung open, drooling a little.
"Is he cold?" Dilsey said.
She wiped her hands on her apron and touched his hand.
"Ef he aint, I is," Luster said. "Always cold Easter.
Aint never seen hit fail.
Miss Cahline say ef you aint got time to fix her hot water bottle to never mind about hit."
"Oh, Lawd," Dilsey said.
She drew a chair into the corner between the woodbox and the stove.
The man went obediently and sat in it. "Look in de dinin room and see whar I laid dat bottle down," Dilsey said.
Luster fetched the bottle from the diningroom and Dilsey filled it and gave it to him. "Hurry up, now," she said. "See ef Jason wake now.
Tell em hit's all ready."
Luster went out.
Ben sat beside the stove.
He sat loosely, utterly motionless save for his head, which made a continual bobbing sort of movement as he watched Dilsey with his sweet vague gaze as she moved about.
Luster returned.
"He up," he said. "Miss Cahline say put hit on de table." He came to the stove and spread his hands palm down above the firebox. "He up, too," he said. "Gwine hit wid bofe feet dis mawnin."
"Whut's de matter now?" Dilsey said. "Git away fum dar.
How kin I do anything wid you standin over de stove?"
"I cold," Luster said.
"You ought to thought about dat whiles you was down dar in dat cellar," Dilsey said. "Whut de matter wid Jason?"
"Sayin me en Benjy broke dat winder in his room."
"Is dey one broke?" Dilsey said.
"Dat's whut he sayin," Luster said. "Say I broke hit."
"How could you, when he keep hit locked all day en night?"
"Say I broke hit chunkin rocks at hit," Luster said.
"En did you?"
"Nome," Luster said.
"Dont lie to me, boy," Dilsey said.
"I never done hit," Luster said. "Ask Benjy ef I did.
I aint stud'in dat winder."
"Who could a broke hit, den?" Dilsey said. "He jes tryin hisself, to wake Quentin up," she said, taking the pan of biscuits out of the stove.
"Reckin so," Luster said. "Dese funny folks.
Glad I aint none of em."
"Aint none of who?" Dilsey said. "Lemme tell you somethin, nigger boy, you got jes es much Compson devilment in you es any of em.
Is you right sho you never broke dat window?"
"Whut I want to break hit fur?"
"Whut you do any of yo devilment fur?" Dilsey said. "Watch him now, so he cant burn his hand again swell I git de table set."
She went to the diningroom, where they heard her moving about, then she returned and set a plate at the kitchen table and set food there.
Ben watched her, slobbering, making a faint, eager sound.
"All right, honey," she said. "Here yo breakfast.
Bring his chair, Luster." Luster moved the chair up and Ben sat down, whimpering and slobbering.