Bambleby murmured assent. I realized that he was smiling at me sleepily. Lizzie would have been beside herself with blushes at that smile, but I was too used to him. I simply gazed levelly back, waiting for him to explain this latest outrageousness. “I missed you, Em,” he said. “It was strange not having you across the hall, scowling at me.” “I wonder at your ability to detect my scowls through the wall. Are your senses heightened in other ways?” I was needling him. I do this sometimes. I believe Bambleby knows my suspicions about him.
