I went back into the room and sat down on the chair. I opened the box beneath the table and took out a book, the Materia Medica. I opened it at the table on which stood the lamp and a large mirror; a small comb lay beside the mirror.One feels tempted to look into a mirror when it is near one. I took a look. In those days I was a great admirer of beauty and I believed in making myself look handsome. I was unmarried and I was a doctor. I felt I had to make my presence felt. I picked up the comb and ran it through my hair and adjusted the parting so that it looked straight and neat.Again I heard that sound from above.1. The table that the writer was sitting at was a ……………….A. dining table.B. dressing table.C. games table.D. writing table.2. What is the writer by professions ?A. WriterB. PainterC. DoctorD. Architect3. The writer started combing his hair to ……………….A. look more handsome than he was.B. look into the mirror.C. make his presence felt there.D. All of these three4. What was the writer busy doing when he heard the sound from above ?A. combing his hair.B. Reading his medical book.C. Admiring beauty.D. Both ‘A’ and ‘B’