[Observing Marcomir passing and re-passing the windows]
How dare he watch us! But I recollect
You told me he had been your paramour.
GENEVIVA.
You come ... he comes, I mean, from Mount Soracte—
Then ... yes, I will have speech with him.
CARLOMAN.
[bitterly] Oh, gossip,
The convent’s gossip. I can furnish that.
If you desire him carnally, I yield;
But if ...
GENEVIVA.
He knows so much of long ago.
CARLOMAN.
[impulsively]
Then he shall speak.