Fighting France Author:Edith Wharton That night we went up once more to the rock of Cassel. The moon was full, and as civilians are not allowed out alone after dark a staff-officer went with us to show us the view from the roof of the disused Casino on top of the rock. It was the queerest of sensations to push open a glazed door and find ourselves in a spectral painted room with so... more »ldiers dozing in the moonlight on polished floors, their kits stacked on the gaming tables.« less