As for Vedic philosophy, she cared for Brahma about as much as Stanistreet did for Brahms.
He was walking with her in Hyde Park; they had turned off into the path by the flower-beds on the Park Lane side.

It was April, between six and seven in the evening, and, except for a few stragglers, they had the walk to themselves.

Louis had been giving her the history of his first campaign in the Soudan, and she was listening with a dreamy, half-suppressed interest, which rose gradually to excitement.

He sat down and drew on the gravel with the point of his walking-stick a rude map of the country, showing the course of the Nile and the line of march, with pebbles for stations, and bare patches for battlefields.

He then began to trace out an extremely complicated plan of the campaign.