Though Jane Austen was writing at a time when Gothic potboilers such as Ann Ward Radcliffe´s The Mysteries of Udolpho and Horace Walpole´s The Castle of Otranto were all the rage, she never got carried away by romance in her own novels. In Austen´s ordered world, the passions that ruled Gothic fiction would be horridly out of place; marriage was, first and foremost, a contract, the bedrock of polite society. Certain rules applied to who was eligible and who was not, how one courted and married and what one expected afterwards. To flout these rules was to tear at the basic fabric of society, and the consequences could be terrible. Each of the six novels she completed in her lifetime are, in effect, comic cautionary tales that end happily for those characters who play by the rules and badly for those who don´t. In Mansfield Park, for example, Austen gives us Fanny Price, a poor young woman who has grown up in her wealthy relatives´ household without ever being accepted as an equal. The only one who has truly been kind to Fanny is Edmund Bertram, the younger of the family´s two sons.