It is true.

I know that ribbon, and I know you are a Napoleon.

Sire, I love you, and I will die for you!" For the first time that day a touch of the fantastic came into Valmond's manner.
"General," he said, "the centuries look down on us as they looked down on him, your sire--and mine!" He doffed his hat, and the hats of all likewise came off in a strange quiet.

A cheer followed, and Valmond motioned for wine to go round freely.

Then he got off his horse, and, taking the weeping old man by the arm, himself loosening the drum from his belt, they passed into the hotel.
"A cheerful bit of foolery and treason," said Monsieur De la Riviere to Madame Chalice.
"My dear Seigneur, if you only had more humour and less patriotism!" she answered.