The social-climbing Caroline Bingley is extremely snobby. She believes that wealthy, upper class people like her should only mix with people of the same social status.
Vain and antagonistic, rude and scheming, the haughty Caroline is a foil for Elizabeth Bennet. She dislikes Elizabeth and is jealous of her because she sees her as a rival for Darcy’s affections.
When Darcy shows a romantic interest in Elizabeth and remarks on her “fine eyes,” Caroline makes insulting comments about Elizabeth in a bid to demean her in Darcy’s eyes.
Caroline plots to break up the relationship between her brother Charles and Jane Bennet. Pretending to be Jane’s friend, she sets about sowing the seeds of division between Jane and Charles. Disdainful of the Bennets’ middle-class status, Caroline tries to matchmake between her brother and Darcy’s sister Georgiana.
Five Caroline Bingley quotes that illustrate the character of the insincere, calculating and superficial snob:
“They were in fact very fine ladies; not deficient in good humour when they were pleased, nor in the power of being agreeable where they chose it, but proud and conceited. They were rather handsome, had been educated in one of the first private seminaries in town, had a fortune of twenty thousand pounds, were in the habit of spending more than they ought, and of associating with people of rank, and were therefore in every respect entitled to think well of themselves, and meanly of others. They were of a respectable family in the north of England; a circumstance more deeply impressed on their memories than that their brother’s fortune and their own had been acquired by trade.”
“You will have a charming mother-in-law, and of course she will always be at Pemberley with you.”
“To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! what could she mean by it? It seems to me to show an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum.”
“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”
“I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character – there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them. They have a sharp, shrewish look.”