[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 ...