[to herself, shaking her head]
He had oblivious eyes!
[vindictively]
My lover’s name was Marcomir.
CARLOMAN.
The monk
Who journeys with me on this embassy
Is Marcomir. If you are amorous still
Of him ...
GENEVIVA.
Not now—no more. I am afraid ...
Who are you? You are surely of my race,
Have known me in my youth. A flushing shame
Breaks on me—
CARLOMAN.
And to find you are beloved
Moves you?
GENEVIVA.
Not that! I hear it every day.
It is too stale a story. Could I love——