'Perhaps, and perhaps not,' said the Prince, showing a lack of concern that did nothing for Eliza's peace of mind. He glanced curiously at Fatio, who was sitting up now, having a bloody head-wound bandaged. 'Your friend is a Natural Philosopher? I shall endow a chair for him at the university here. You, I will proclaim a Duchess, when the time is right. But now you must return to Versailles, and make love to Liselotte.'