MERRICK: The Prince has a mistress. (Silence.) The Irishman had one. Everyone seems to. Or a wife. Some have both. I have concluded I need a mistress. It is bad enough not to sleep like others.
MRS. KENDAL: Sitting up, you mean. Couldn’t be very restful.
MERRICK: I have to. Too heavy to lay down. My head. But to sleep alone; that is worst of all.MRS. KENDAL: The artist expresses his love through his works. That is civilization.MERRICK: Are you very shocked?
MRS. KENDAL: Why should I be?
MERRICK: Others would be.
MRS. KENDAL: I am not others.
MERRICK: I suppose it is hopeless.