[after a pause] Geneviva,
You are a Christian?

GENEVIVA.

Dear my lord, you speak
As if I were laid sick.

CARLOMAN.

You were baptised?

GENEVIVA.

Assuredly, but the cold font has left
No chill upon my heart. Think not of that,
Think of our marriage-day. You leave me lonely
While Boniface enthralls you.

CARLOMAN.

[with hesitation] Women even
Have put aside their pomps and vanities ...

GENEVIVA.