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. 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 Matilda paused. Off in the distance there was a glow on the horizon, 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, you see, had patience. Matilda gasped and ran into her car. She started the gears and pressed Matilda would write, and she often told her mother, the widow Penshaws, That particular night, Matilda pulled her battered old sedan into the rocking on the glider and Matilda said hello. The first thing the widow Penshaws did was to take Matilda's left hand "I thought so," she said. "I knew this was coming when I saw that look Matilda smiled. "It wouldn't have worked out, Ma. He was too darned "But, Matilda, that's your fifth broken engagement in three years. It in love, Matilda—no one does. Love osmoses into you 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 She shut off the shower, brushed her teeth, gargled, patted herself 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 Matilda even liked the sound of the name. But mostly, she had to admit Matilda could see that. But she had The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda. Matilda sighed happily as she put out the light. The moon shone in 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 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 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. "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?" take it easy, ma'am. First place, I don't know any Haron Gorka—" Matilda kept the alarm from creeping into her voice. She muttered an oh 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 out that no one did: Matilda tried the general store, the fire Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this Then Matilda frowned. Twenty years from now, this could be Matilda Matilda cleared her throat. "Pardon me," she began. "I'm looking for—" 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. "Was this the way?" she demanded. Matilda was not very good at this 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 to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her be left far behind. Matilda congratulated herself for what she thought Matilda. And then, quite annoyedly, she berated herself for not having had she come in response to the advertisement, she nodded eagerly. He told her that was fine and he ushered her straight into a room 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 For a time Matilda paced back and forth in her room, and of what was she lay down on the bed to take a nap. This didn't last long, however: heads, but, upon awaking with a start, she immediately ascribed that to her overwrought nerves. At that point she remembered what the servant had said about food and She heard the whir of machinery. A moment later there was a soft Matilda gasped once and felt about to gasp again—but by then her that it was precisely what she would have wanted could, of course, be attributed to coincidence, and the further fact that everything was extremely palatable made her forget all about Haron Gorka's neurotic 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. The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's 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 it was just that he was so and adjust her own actions to suit him. Meanwhile, it would be best to keep on the middle of the road. "I am fine. Are you ready?" "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. "Yes," said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if "Ready?" "Uh—ready." "Well?" 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 flaaks 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 Matilda could do nothing but leave the room, walk back through the aging woman would be as disappointed as Matilda, but a promise was a 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. "Hello, my dear," she said. "Hi." "I don't know what they told you," Matilda said. "But this is what She quickly then related everything which had happened, completely and because she knew it would make her feel better. "So," she finished, "Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or insane. I'm sorry." "He's neither," the librarian contradicted. "Perhaps he is slightly eccentric by your standards, but really, my dear, he is neither." "What do you mean?" "Did he leave a message for his wife?" Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told 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 And then the woman was gone. Numbly, Matilda walked to the doorway and

<question>:
How didn't Matilda feel when Haron was talking?

<options>:
A enlightened
B frustrated
C surprised
D confused

<answer>:

A