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

<passage>:
Matilda would seek the happy medium. The best that could be said for Matilda Penshaws was that she was at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was This, in itself, was not unusual—but Matilda was so completely talk about it all to Matilda. why Matilda liked the country better than the city, particularly on a Matilda not in the least. She had been known to say that there are over Matilda, you see, had patience. Matilda would write, and she often told her mother, the widow Penshaws, That particular night, Matilda pulled her battered old sedan into the Matilda smiled. "It wouldn't have worked out, Ma. He was too darned "Hogwash!" said her daughter. "He has no true feelings. He's sorry that he had to miss his college reunion. That's all he has to hide. A stuffy Victorian prude and even less of a man than the others." Matilda admired her mother's use of the word osmosis, but she found Matilda switched her bed lamp on and dabbed some citronella on each Matilda read the next one twice. Then she held it close to the light was one of the few magazines which printed the name of the advertiser rather than a box number, and 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 . Or, that is, him . Matilda could see that. But she had he was the best. Like calls to like. The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda. Haron Gorka—the nationality could be anything. And that was it. He had no nationality for all intents and purposes he was an international man, a figure among figures, a paragon.... through the window brightly, and at such times Matilda generally would Matilda was not yet that far gone in years or appearance. Dressed Matilda got out of bed at seven, tiptoed into the bathroom, showered "Mother," gasped Matilda. Matilda always gasped when she saw something 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 only mother could cook. Matilda moodily thanked the widow Penshaws. Matilda hummed Mendelssohn's Wedding March all the way. It was her which hung too far down on his nose. Matilda knew he would peer over "Hello," said Matilda. The stereotype grunted and peered at her over his glasses. Matilda asked him where she could find Haron Gorka. "I said, where can I find Haron Gorka?" "It's not a that it's a he. Where can I find him? Where does he live? What's the quickest way to get there?" The stereotype pushed up his glasses and looked at her squarely. "Now Matilda kept the alarm from creeping into her voice. She muttered an stereotype, and he scratched his bald head. Then he told Matilda almost Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned out that no one did: Matilda tried the general store, the fire Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing Accordingly, Matilda trudged wearily toward Cedar Falls' small and On the other hand—why not? Why couldn't the librarian help her? Why Matilda cleared her throat. "Pardon me," she began. "I'm looking for—" "Haron Gorka." The librarian nodded. "How on earth did you know?" Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear. Matilda thought a little flattery might be effective. "Only ten," she five women had been here first, Matilda was now definitely in a hurry. "Um, where can I find Mr. Gorka?" "I'm not supposed to do this, you know. We're not permitted to give the addresses of any of our people. Against regulations, my dear." "What about the other five women?" "They convinced me that I ought to give them his address." "Was this the way?" she demanded. Matilda was not very good at this Matilda assured her that it was, and, breathlessly, she wrote down the to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her There were five cars parked in the long driveway, and now Matilda's be left far behind. Matilda congratulated herself for what she thought Matilda. And then, quite annoyedly, she berated herself for not having A little doubtful now, Matilda thanked him and watched him leave. He 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 she wasn't going to be girlishly timid about it. Besides, it was not her fault if, in his unconcern, Haron Gorka had unwittingly hired a For a time Matilda paced back and forth in her room, and of what was Matilda gasped once and felt about to gasp again—but by then her little while Matilda was asleep again. This time she did not dream at He had a point there, but Matilda hardly even had time to fix her hair. She told the servant so. "You sure?" Matilda wanted to take no chances. dust. Of the other women Matilda could see nothing, and she suddenly Haron Gorka. Well, then, she must see to it that she impressed him "In response to your ad. How do you do, Mr. Gorka?" She hoped she wasn't being too formal. But, then, there was no sense in assuming that he would like informality. She could only wait and see and adjust her own actions to suit him. Meanwhile, it would be best to keep on the middle of the road. "I—do." Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit. "Yes," said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit. Matilda said, "Beg pardon?" Almost at once, Matilda's educational background should have told her that Haron Gorka was mouthing gibberish. But on the other hand she wanted all over that system—" "Stop!" "What's that? Making fun of you?" Haron Gorka's voice had been so eager as he spoke, high-pitched, almost like a child's, and now he seemed disappointed. He smiled, but it was a sad smile, a smile of Matilda could do nothing but leave the room, walk back through the Then Haron Gorka had severed that relationship, too, and now he was all alone. were, of course, two alternatives. Either Haron Gorka was an eccentric who enjoyed this sort of outlandish tomfoolery, or else he was plainly insane. She could still picture him ranting on aimlessly to no one in particular about places which had no existence outside of his mind, his voice high-pitched and eager. aging woman would be as disappointed as Matilda, but a promise was a broom-stick figure, rigid. But now when she saw Matilda she perked up "I don't know what they told you," Matilda said. "But this is what because she knew it would make her feel better. "So," she finished, "Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or insane. I'm sorry." "Why, yes. Yes, he did. But how did you know? Oh, I suppose he told the Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told me if I told you something." "What's that?" "I am Mrs. Gorka." Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for And then the woman was gone. Numbly, Matilda walked to the doorway and

<question>:
Why couldn't most people tell Matilda where Haron lived?

<options>:
A he was a very secretive person
B he hadn't been in Cedar Falls for long
C he wanted to hide from the interested women
D he used another name when out in public

<answer>:

B