Look here, my dear fellow, get from Kozlovski all the reports from our scouts.
Coming out of Kutuzov's room into the waiting room with the papers in his hand Prince Andrew came up to his comrade, the aide-de-camp on duty, Kozlovski, who was sitting at the window with a book.
"The commander-in-chief is engaged," said Kozlovski, going hurriedly up to the unknown general and blocking his way to the door.
The unknown general looked disdainfully down at Kozlovski, who was rather short, as if surprised that anyone should not know him.
"The commander-in-chief is engaged," repeated Kozlovski calmly.
He took out a notebook, hurriedly scribbled something in pencil, tore out the leaf, gave it to Kozlovski, stepped quickly to the window, and threw himself into a chair, gazing at those in the room as if asking, "Why do they look at me?"
In the passage little Kozlovski was squatting on his heels in front of a clerk.
He turned to Kozlovski with urgent questions.
"Will Your Majesty allow me to consult the colonel?" said Alexander and took a few hasty steps toward Prince Kozlovski, the commander of the battalion.
Kozlovski scanned the ranks resolutely and included Rostov in his scrutiny.