uncle has mocked other people and thwarted their wishes the whole
time, Benjamin has been in a state of despair, and I’ve been bored,
albeit rather more cheerfully than my companions. My cousin
keeps repeating these four lines of verse:
You who are poisoning my life
Do not increase my pain.
My fate is an unenviable one:
Why take even my misery away from me?
He addresses them to his father.... My uncle, despite the
pleasure he takes in contradicting other people, doesn’t like to be
contradicted himself.^37
When they arrived in Paris, Juste insisted that his son be addressed as
‘Monsieur le baron de Constant’, kept him short of money and did all he
could to introduce him into literary circles. Charles considered this last
venture to be foredoomed: ‘I would be willing to bet that Benjamin will
never be famous’,^38 he observed, but in another letter, of 4 December
1786, he more than made up for his wrong prediction with a paragraph of
remarkable insight:
I must talk to you about my uncle: 1) he gets on my nerves; 2) he
bores me; 3) I don’t like him. All that is perhaps my fault. But his
character—suspicious, restless, arrogant, tiresome and given to
mockery—is very uncongenial to me. I can well understand
Benjamin’s despair: it is a direct result of all of this, and I think I
can detect that he doesn’t love his father; that his father’s wish to
get in the way of everything he does—without exception—and his
disagreeing with everything Benjamin says is making him
unhappy. The young man has strong emotions and a passionate
love of liberty; he finds his situation a cruel one. Is Benjamin right
or wrong? You can judge for yourselves. He’s more likely to do
something stupid than if he were left alone.^39
Constant’s love for Mrs Trevor soon evaporated now that Paris offered
him a thousand different distractions. Their correspondence petered out,
and when he saw her again three months later he felt absolutely nothing
for her. She on the other hand was astonished at his coolness, and no doubt
a little shocked. As usual in Ma Vie Constant adds the inevitable unhappy
postscript; Harriet Trevor returned to England and by 1811 had become
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