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, Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] All she wanted was a mate and she had the gumption to go out and hunt one down. But that meant Matilda would seek the happy medium. And, above all else, she had had enough of her pen pal columns. They were, she realized, for kids. other extreme, and Herman was even worse in his own way—but hereafter poaching in a strictly forbidden territory! 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 charming, a faithful Don Juan, a man who had been everywhere and tasted of every worldly pleasure and who now wanted to sit on a porch and 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. That particular night, Matilda pulled her battered old sedan into the The first thing the widow Penshaws did was to take Matilda's left hand invitation." The widow Penshaws nodded regretfully. "That was thoughtful of Herman to hide his feelings." The best that could be said for Matilda Penshaws was that she was 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." "But, Matilda, that's your fifth broken engagement in three years. It Matilda admired her mother's use of the word osmosis, but she found of love. She said good-night and went upstairs, climbed out of her light summer dress and took a cold shower. She began to hum to herself. She had not yet seen the pen pal section Literary Review , and because the subject matter of that magazine was somewhat highbrow and cosmopolitan, she could expect a gratifying selection of pen pals. She shut off the shower, brushed her teeth, gargled, patted herself the nude the widow Penshaws would object to a girl sleeping in the nude, even if the nearest neighbor was three hundred yards away. Matilda switched her bed lamp on and dabbed some citronella on each midwestern pen pal, but it was a woman an elderly man interested in ornithology wanted a young chick correspondent interested in the same subject 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 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 Then the widow Penshaws told Matilda that she could never hope to sneak only mother could cook. Matilda moodily thanked the widow Penshaws. Matilda hummed Mendelssohn's Wedding March all the way. It was her stereotype, and he scratched his bald head. Then he told Matilda almost happily that he was sorry he couldn't help her. He grudgingly suggested Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this Then Matilda frowned. Twenty years from now, this could be Matilda On the other hand—why not? Why couldn't the librarian help her? Why hadn't she thought of it before? Certainly a man as well-educated as Haron Gorka would be an avid reader, and unless he had a permanent Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear. books. Scholarly gentleman, but not without charm. If I were twenty years younger—" 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 be left far behind. Matilda congratulated herself for what she thought 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 As it turned out, she wasn't. Not only that, she was welcomed with open arms. Not by Haron Gorka that she really might have liked. Instead, someone she could only regard as a menial met her, and when he asked had she come in response to the advertisement, she nodded eagerly. 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 Matilda gasped once and felt about to gasp again—but by then her He had a point there, but Matilda hardly even had time to fix her hair. compare notes. She would not admit even to herself that she was disappointed with just that he was so ordinary -looking. She almost would have preferred 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 and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit. "I must admit I was surprised when I got exactly what I wanted for "Yes," said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if Matilda said, "Beg pardon?" Almost at once, Matilda's educational background should have told her Matilda could do nothing but leave the room, walk back through the 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 aging woman would be as disappointed as Matilda, but a promise was a in detail. She did this first because it was a promise, and second because she knew it would make her feel better. eccentric by your standards, but really, my dear, he is neither." "What do you mean?" "Did he leave a message for his wife?" "Why, yes. Yes, he did. But how did you know? Oh, I suppose he told the five." message for his wife—" Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told the little librarian what the message was. "He wanted her to return," Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for says I am a finicky traveler, that he could do much better alone, the

<question>:
Why wasn't Matilda married?

<options>:
A she hadn't met a man that wanted to marry her
B she wasn't interested in dating people
C she found flaws in every man she dated
D she only liked to write to men, not meet them

<answer>:

C