Leisurely. Hanna had a suspicion that Mr. Hudson thought of her days as boring; she did not think he was wrong. Being a debutante was very busy, but right now she wasn't a debutante — she was in mourning. And if this was any preview of what her days would be like as a spinster, then she was doomed.

Her smile mirrored Mr. Hudson's; mischievous around the edges. "I'd like to become a good kisser,'' she said, honest, "And engage in kissing to get there.''