Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
They were mad, all right, and now Matilda wondered if, actually, Matilda would seek the happy medium. And, above all else, she had had enough of her pen pal columns. They The best that could be said for Matilda Penshaws was that she was something of a paradox. She was thirty-three years old, certainly not paths across her face and now she needed certain remedial undergarments at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was also looking for a husband. This, in itself, was not unusual—but Matilda was so completely wrapped up in the romantic fallacy of her day that she sought a prince talk about it all to Matilda. Matilda not in the least. She had been known to say that there are over a billion men in the world, a goodly percentage of whom are eligible bachelors, and that the right one would come along simply because she had been waiting for him. Matilda, you see, had patience. She also had a fetish. Matilda had received her A.B. from exclusive Ursula Johns College and Radcliff had yielded her Masters degree, yet Matilda was an avid follower of the pen pal columns. She would read them carefully and then read them again, looking for the masculine names which, through a system known only to Matilda, had an affinity to her own. To the gentlemen upon whom these names were affixed, Matilda would write, and she often told her mother, the widow Penshaws, that it was in this way she would find her husband. The widow Penshaws impatiently told her to go out and get dates. The first thing the widow Penshaws did was to take Matilda's left hand Matilda smiled. "It wouldn't have worked out, Ma. He was too darned stuffy. I gave him his ring and said thanks anyway and he smiled "But, Matilda, that's your fifth broken engagement in three years. It You don't fall in love, Matilda—no one does. Love osmoses into you slowly, without you even knowing, and it keeps growing all the time." Matilda admired her mother's use of the word osmosis, but she found nothing which was not objectionable about being unaware of the impact of love. She said good-night and went upstairs, climbed out of her Matilda even liked the sound of the name. But mostly, she had to admit to herself, it was the flavor of the wording. This very well could be it Matilda could see that. But she had never minded an egotistical man, at least not when he had something about which he had a genuine reason to be egotistical. The man sounded Matilda sighed happily as she put out the light. The moon shone in through the window brightly, and at such times Matilda generally would writing a letter. Matilda was not yet that far gone in years or appearance. Dressed properly, she could hope to make a favorable impression in person, and Matilda got out of bed at seven, tiptoed into the bathroom, showered with a merest wary trickle of water, tiptoed back into her bedroom, dressed in her very best cotton over the finest of uplifting and "Mother," gasped Matilda. Matilda always gasped when she saw something in both her uppers and lowers this early in the morning. "I'm fixing breakfast, of course...." Then the widow Penshaws told Matilda that she could never hope to sneak about the house without her mother knowing about it, and that even if she were going out in response to one of those foolish ads in the magazines, she would still need a good breakfast to start with like only mother could cook. Matilda moodily thanked the widow Penshaws. Matilda hummed Mendelssohn's Wedding March all the way. It was her favorite piece of music. Once, she told herself: Matilda Penshaws, you are being premature about the whole thing. But she laughed and thought "Hello," said Matilda. Matilda kept the alarm from creeping into her voice. She muttered an oh Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this knew that she'd rather not return home and face the widow Penshaws, at least not for a while yet. The widow Penshaws meant well, but she liked to analyze other people's mistakes, especially Matilda's. Then Matilda frowned. Twenty years from now, this could be Matilda Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear. "Was this the way?" she demanded. Matilda was not very good at this sort of thing. Matilda nodded shrewdly and added a twin brother to the bill in her Matilda assured her that it was, and, breathlessly, she wrote down the that the land no longer was being tilled. The house itself had fallen to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her dozen of them there, the laggards who resorted to posting letters would be left far behind. Matilda congratulated herself for what she thought had been her ingenuity, and which now turned out to be something which she had in common with five other women. You live and learn, thought Matilda. And then, quite annoyedly, she berated herself for not having been the first. Perhaps the other five all were satisfactory perhaps closed the door softly behind his retreating feet, but Matilda's ears It must be said to Matilda's favor that she sobbed only once. After her fault if, in his unconcern, Haron Gorka had unwittingly hired a neurotic servant. For a time Matilda paced back and forth in her room, and of what was going on outside she could hear nothing. In that case, she would parfait—and a thick tenderloin sizzling in hot butter sauce. Matilda gasped once and felt about to gasp again—but by then her salivary glands were working overtime, and she ate her meal. The fact that it was precisely what she would have wanted could, of course, be servant. When she finished her meal a pleasant lethargy possessed her, and in a little while Matilda was asleep again. This time she did not dream at all. It was a deep sleep and a restful one, and when she awoke it was with the wonderful feeling that everything was all right. He had a point there, but Matilda hardly even had time to fix her hair. She told the servant so. "Miss," he replied, "I assure you it will not matter in the least to you not?" "I—do." Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and seen. But first she certainly would have liked to get to Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit. "I must admit I was surprised when I got exactly what I wanted for dinner," she told him brightly. adjustment here was near perfect is commendable. It means either that you have a high psi-quotient, or that you were very hungry." "Yes," said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit. "Ready?" Matilda said, "Beg pardon?" flaaks with you. Excellent idea, really excellent." Almost at once, Matilda's educational background should have told her that Haron Gorka was mouthing gibberish. But on the other hand she The woman sat at her desk as Matilda had remembered her, gray, broom-stick figure, rigid. But now when she saw Matilda she perked up visibly. "I don't know what they told you," Matilda said. "But this is what Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told and took out her hat and perched it jauntily atop her gray hair. "You see, my dear, Haron expects too much. He expects entirely too much." Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for anybody, but here she found herself confronted with two.

<question>:
How did Matilda's mother feel about Matilda?

<options>:
A she wanted Matilda to get married and finally move out
B she loves her daughter but wishes she'd settle with a man
C she was jealous of how her daughter handled the men she met
D she thinks Matilda is very wise in the decisions she makes

<answer>:

B