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_ The next morning Colonel L'Isle was seated in his room , wrapped in his cloak , with a _ brasero _ filled with wood embers at his feet ; for it was one of those windy , chilly days , not uncommon in this fluctuating climate , and he was still invalid enough to be keenly sensitive to these sudden changes of temperature . He was , too , so completely wrapped up in his meditations , that his servant had twice to announce that the adjutant was in the next room . `` Here , already ! '' said L'Isle ; `` I did not expect him until ten o'clock . '' He looked at his watch . `` But it is ten already . Here have I been thinking for two hours , and have never once thought of the regiment .