Question : Read the passage given below and answer the questions/complete the statements that follow by choosing the correct options out of the given ones.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard of the invitation. He became nearly incoherent with joy. He was torn between the attraction of the offer and shyness. For the first time, Srinivas observed that the man could be moved by shyness. "No, no, I never eat anywhere. Oh, don't trouble yourself about it... No, no ..." he said but all the same, got up and followed Srinivas into the kitchen. He grinned affably at Srinivas's wife and commented flatteringly: "I have always told a lot of people to come and observe this lady for a model. How well she looks after the house. I wish modern girls were all like her." Srinivas gently propelled him to a plank, on which he sat down. He observed from his wife's face that she was pleased with the compliment, and Srinivas felt that old man's coffee was now assured. His wife came out with a tumbler of water and two leaves and set them in front of them. She then served a couple of cakes on each leaf, and the old man rubbed his hands with the joy of anticipation.
At a signal from Srinivas, he fell to; and Srinivas wondered how long it was since the other had had any. "What do you eat at night?" he asked testingly. The old man tore off a piece of cake and stuffed it in his mouth and swallowed it before he answered, shaking his head: 'I'm not a youth. Time was when I used to take three meals a day - three full meals a day in addition to tiffin twice a day. Do you know
"That's remarkable." Agreed Srinivas admiringly. "But now what do you do?"
"I'm a sanyasi, my dear young man."

Question:
'He was torn between the attraction ...'

The word similar in meaning to the underlined word is
 

Option 1: culmination
 

Option 2: exclamation
 

Option 3: repulsion
 

Option 4: fascination

Question : Read the passage given below and answer the questions/complete the statements that follow by choosing the correct options out of the given ones.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard of the invitation. He became nearly incoherent with joy. He was torn between the attraction of the offer and shyness. For the first time, Srinivas observed that the man could be moved by shyness. "No, no, I never eat anywhere. Oh, don't trouble yourself about it... No, no ..." he said but all the same, got up and followed Srinivas into the kitchen. He grinned affably at Srinivas's wife and commented flatteringly: "I have always told a lot of people to come and observe this lady for a model. How well she looks after the house. I wish modern girls were all like her." Srinivas gently propelled him to a plank, on which he sat down. He observed from his wife's face that she was pleased with the compliment, and Srinivas felt that old man's coffee was now assured. His wife came out with a tumbler of water and two leaves and set them in front of them. She then served a couple of cakes on each leaf, and the old man rubbed his hands with the joy of anticipation.
At a signal from Srinivas, he fell to; and Srinivas wondered how long it was since the other had had any. "What do you eat at night?" he asked testingly. The old man tore off a piece of cake and stuffed it in his mouth and swallowed it before he answered, shaking his head: 'I'm not a youth. Time was when I used to take three meals a day - three full meals a day in addition to tiffin twice a day. Do you know
"That's remarkable." Agreed Srinivas admiringly. "But now what do you do?"
"I'm a sanyasi, my dear young man."

Question:

Why was the old man felt overjoyed on receiving the invitation?

Option 1: The old man was very hungry.
 

Option 2: The meal was prepared by an experienced cook.
 

Option 3: Srinivas would not have accepted no as an answer.
 

Option 4: A rich aroma of food was coming out of the kitchen.

Question : Comprehension:
Read the following passage and answer the questions.

When Hughie came in, Trevor was giving finishing touches to a life-size picture of a beggar man. The beggar himself was standing on a raised platform in a corner of the studio. He was an old man with a wrinkled face and a most piteous expression. He was wearing a coarse cloak, all tears and tatters; his thick boots were patched and he held out his hat for alms.
“What an amazing model!” whispered Hughie. “How miserable he looks but for you heartless painters, his face is his fortune.”
“Certainly,” replied Trevor. “You don’t want a beggar to look happy, do you?’
After a while, a servant came in to announce that the frame maker wanted to see Trevor. The poor old beggar took advantage of Trevor’s absence and sat down on the wooden bench behind him. He looked so miserable that Hughie could not help pitying him. He searched his pockets but all he found was one pound. He thought the old man needed it more than him, even if it meant Hughie couldn’t afford a taxi for two weeks. He walked across to the beggar and slipped the pound into his hand.
The old man looked surprised and smiled faintly. “Thank you, sir,” he said, “thank you very much!’
Then Trevor arrived and Hughie took his leave. A week later they met at a club. Trevor told Hughie that the old model had asked all about him: who he was, where he lived, what his income was and what his plans were. Hughie was uneasy that the beggar would come calling at his place.
“Do you think he would care for some old clothes?” Hughie asked Trevor. “My dear boy, that old man you saw in the studio was Baron Hausberg, one of the richest men in Europe!” said Trevor, smiling. “He is a good friend of mine and buys all my pictures. He asked me to paint him as a beggar. What can I say about the wish of a millionaire?”

Question:
The expression on the model’s face was that of:

Option 1: misery

Option 2: scorn

Option 3: jealousy

Option 4: happiness

Question : Comprehension:
Read the following passage and answer the questions.

When Hughie came in, Trevor was giving finishing touches to a life-size picture of a beggar man. The beggar himself was standing on a raised platform in a corner of the studio. He was an old man with a wrinkled face and a most piteous expression. He was wearing a coarse cloak, all tears and tatters; his thick boots were patched and he held out his hat for alms.
“What an amazing model!” whispered Hughie. “How miserable he looks but for you heartless painters, his face is his fortune.”
“Certainly,” replied Trevor. “You don’t want a beggar to look happy, do you?’
After a while, a servant came in to announce that the frame maker wanted to see Trevor. The poor old beggar took advantage of Trevor’s absence and sat down on the wooden bench behind him. He looked so miserable that Hughie could not help pitying him. He searched his pockets but all he found was one pound. He thought the old man needed it more than him, even if it meant Hughie couldn’t afford a taxi for two weeks. He walked across to the beggar and slipped the pound into his hand.
The old man looked surprised and smiled faintly. “Thank you, sir,” he said, “thank you very much!’
Then Trevor arrived and Hughie took his leave. A week later they met at a club. Trevor told Hughie that the old model had asked all about him: who he was, where he lived, what his income was and what his plans were. Hughie was uneasy that the beggar would come calling at his place.
“Do you think he would care for some old clothes?” Hughie asked Trevor. “My dear boy, that old man you saw in the studio was Baron Hausberg, one of the richest men in Europe!” said Trevor, smiling. “He is a good friend of mine and buys all my pictures. He asked me to paint him as a beggar. What can I say about the wish of a millionaire?”

Question:
Who is Trevor?

Option 1: A beggar

Option 2: A frame maker

Option 3: An artist

Option 4: A model

Question : Comprehension:
Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow.
'What's your name, boy?' said the gentleman in the high chair. Oliver was frightened at the sight of so many gentlemen, which made him tremble and speak in a very low and hesitating voice.
'Listen to me. You know you're an orphan, I suppose? And that you were brought up by the parish, don't you?'
'Yes, sir,' replied Oliver, weeping bitterly.
'I hope you say your prayers every night,' said another gentleman in a gruff voice, 'and pray for the people who feed you, and take care of you'.
'Yes, sir,' stammered the boy.
'Well! You have come here to be educated, and taught a useful trade,' said the red-faced gentleman in the high chair.

Poor Oliver! He little thought, as he lay sleeping, happily unconscious of things around him, that the board had that very day arrived at a decision which would exercise the most material influence over all his future fortunes.

But they had. They believed the workhouse was a regular place of public entertainment for the poorer classes; a tavern where there was nothing to pay; a public breakfast, dinner, tea, and supper all the year round; a brick and mortar place, where it was all play and no work. 'Oho!' said the board, looking very knowing; 'we are the fellows to set this to rights; we'll stop it all, in no time.'

So, they established the rule, that all poor people should be starved by a gradual process in the house. The water-works were asked to lay on an unlimited supply of water; a corn-factory asked to supply small quantities of oatmeal; and it was decided to issue three meals of thin gruel a day, with an onion twice a week, and half a roll of bread on Sundays.

Question:
What was Oliver's situation?

Option 1: He had no family and was living in a home for orphans

Option 2: His education would prepare him for the future

Option 3: He was enjoying a stay at a workhouse

Option 4: He was fortunate to be provided with good meals