Which of the following best describes the characterization of Mrs. Baroda?

a. stereotype
b. flat, dynamic character
c. flat, static character
d. round, static character
e. round, dynamic character

Reference:
flat character: a character with a single defining characteristic
round character: a complex and well-developed character
static character: a character who does not change significantly in the course of a narrative
dynamic character: a character who changes significantly in the course of the story

*I think the answer may be flat, static character as Mrs. Baroda is represented as just a wealthy mistress who is supposedly (assuming by the title) a "respectable woman". While she does resist the temptation of having an affair initially the ending of her future intentions is left ambiguous. I feel like the short story focused more on the theme as opposed to the actual characterization of Mrs. Baroda hence why they left her with hardly any defining character traits. Though I am still really confused and would really appreciate if someone would provide clarification.

A Respectable Woman
by Kate Chopin
Mrs. Baroda was a little provoked to learn that her husband expected his friend,
Gouvernail, up to spend a week or two on the plantation.
They had entertained a good deal during the winter; much of the time had also
been passed in New Orleans in various forms of mild dissipation. She was looking
forward to a period of unbroken rest, now, and undisturbed tête-a-tête with her husband,
when he informed her that Gouvernail was coming up to stay a week or two.
This was a man she had heard much of but never seen. He had been her husband’s
college friend; was now a journalist, and in no sense a society man or “a man about
town,” which were, perhaps, some of the reasons she had never met him. But she had
unconsciously formed an image of him in her mind. She pictured him tall, slim, cynical;
with eye-glasses, and his hands in his pockets; and she did not like him. Gouvernail was
slim enough, but he wasn’t very tall nor very cynical; neither did he wear eye-glasses nor
carry his hands in his pockets. And she rather liked him when he first presented himself.
But why she liked him she could not explain satisfactorily to herself when she partly
attempted to do so. She could discover in him none of those brilliant and promising traits
which Gaston, her husband, had often assured her that he possessed. On the contrary, he
sat rather mute and receptive before her chatty eagerness to make him feel at home and
in face of Gaston’s frank and wordy hospitality. His manner was as courteous toward her
as the most exacting woman could require; but he made no direct appeal to her approval
or even esteem.
Once settled at the plantation he seemed to like to sit upon the wide portico in the
shade of one of the big Corinthian pillars, smoking his cigar lazily and listening attentively
to Gaston’s experience as a sugar planter.
“This is what I call living,” he would utter with deep satisfaction, as the air that
swept across the sugar field caressed him with its warm and scented velvety touch. It
pleased him also to get on familiar terms with the big dogs that came about him, rubbing
themselves sociably against his legs. He did not care to fish, and displayed no eagerness to
go out and kill grosbecs when Gaston proposed doing so.
Gouvernail’s personality puzzled Mrs. Baroda, but she liked him. Indeed, he was a
lovable, inoffensive fellow. After a few days, when she could understand him no better
than at first, she gave over being puzzled and remained piqued. In this mood she left her
husband and her guest, for the most part, alone together. Then finding that Gouvernail
took no manner of exception to her action, she imposed her society upon him,
accompanying him in his idle strolls to the mill and walks along the batture. She
persistently sought to penetrate the reserve in which he had unconsciously enveloped
himself.
“When is he going—your friend?” she one day asked her husband. “For my part, he
tires me frightfully.”
“Not for a week yet, dear. I can’t understand; he gives you no trouble.”
“No. I should like him better if he did; if he were more like others, and I had to plan
somewhat for his comfort and enjoyment.”
Gaston took his wife’s pretty face between his hands and looked tenderly and
laughingly into her troubled eyes. They were making a bit of toilet sociably together in
Mrs. Baroda's dressing-room.
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“You are full of surprises, ma belle,” he said to her. “Even I can never count upon
how you are going to act under given conditions.” He kissed her and turned to fasten his
cravat before the mirror.
“Here you are,” he went on, “taking poor Gouvernail seriously and making a
commotion over him, the last thing he would desire or expect.”
“Commotion!” she hotly resented. “Nonsense! How can you say such a thing?
Commotion, indeed! But, you know, you said he was clever.”
So he is. But the poor fellow is run down by overwork now. That’s why I asked him
here to take a rest.”
“You used to say he was a man of ideas,” she retorted, unconciliated. “I expected
him to be interesting, at least. I’m going to the city in the morning to have my spring
gowns fitted. Let me know when Mr. Gouvernail is gone; I shall be at my Aunt
Octavie’s.”
That night she went and sat alone upon a bench that stood beneath a live oak tree
at the edge of the gravel walk.
She had never known her thoughts or her intentions to be so confused. She could
gather nothing from them but the feeling of a distinct necessity to quit her home in the
morning.
Mrs. Baroda heard footsteps crunching the gravel; but could discern in the darkness
only the approaching red point of a lighted cigar. She knew it was Gouvernail, for her
husband did not smoke. She hoped to remain unnoticed, but her white gown revealed her
to him. He threw away his cigar and seated himself upon the bench beside her; without a
suspicion that she might object to his presence.
“Your husband told me to bring this to you, Mrs. Baroda,” he said, handing her a
filmy, white scarf with which she sometimes enveloped her head and shoulders. She
accepted the scarf from him with a murmur of thanks, and let it lie in her lap.
He made some commonplace observation upon the baneful effect of the night air at
that season. Then as his gaze reached out into the darkness, he murmured, half to
himself:
“ ‘Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night—’ ”
She made no reply to this apostrophe to the night, which indeed, was not addressed
to her.
Gouvernail was in no sense a diffident man, for he was not a self-conscious one. His
periods of reserve were not constitutional, but the result of moods. Sitting there beside
Mrs. Baroda, his silence melted for the time.
He talked freely and intimately in a low, hesitating drawl that was not unpleasant to
hear. He talked of the old college days when he and Gaston had been a good deal to each
other; of the days of keen and blind ambitions and large intentions. Now there was left
with him, at least, a philosophic acquiescence to the existing order—only a desire to be
permitted to exist, with now and then a little whiff of genuine life, such as he was
breathing now.
Her mind only vaguely grasped what he was saying. Her physical being was for the
moment predominant. She was not thinking of his words, only drinking in the tones of his
voice. She wanted to reach out her hand in the darkness and touch him with the sensitive
tips of her fingers upon the face or the lips. She wanted to draw close to him and whisper
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against his cheek—she did not care what—as she might have done if she had not been a
respectable woman.
The stronger the impulse grew to bring herself near him, the further, in fact, did she
draw away from him. As soon as she could do so without an appearance of too great
rudeness, she rose and left him there alone.
Before she reached the house, Gouvernail had lighted a fresh cigar and ended his
apostrophe to the night.
Mrs. Baroda was greatly tempted that night to tell her husband—who was also her
friend—of this folly that had seized her. But she did not yield to the temptation. Beside
being a respectable woman she was a very sensible one; and she knew there are some
battles in life which a human being must fight alone.
When Gaston arose in the morning, his wife had already departed. She had taken
an early morning train to the city. She did not return till Gouvernail was gone from under
her roof.
There was some talk of having him back during the summer that followed. That is,
Gaston greatly desired it; but this desire yielded to his wife’s strenuous opposition.
However, before the year ended, she proposed, wholly from herself, to have
Gouvernail visit them again. Her husband was surprised and delighted with the
suggestion coming from her.
“I am glad, chère amie, to know that you have finally overcome your dislike for
him; truly he did not deserve it.”
“Oh,” she told him, laughingly, after pressing a long, tender kiss upon his lips, “I
have overcome everything! you will see. This time I shall be very nice to him.”

Maybe you should re-read it because I got it right :p @Writeacher

I agree: static, unchanging.

Thank you. I was also hoping if @Ms. Sue could help and elaborate why.

So was flat and static the correct answer?

To determine the best characterization of Mrs. Baroda, we can consider her traits and how they develop throughout the story.

At the beginning, Mrs. Baroda has preconceived notions about Gouvernail based on what she has heard and imagined about him. However, when she meets him, she finds him to be different from her initial impression. She likes him, but she cannot exactly explain why.

As the story progresses, Mrs. Baroda becomes intrigued by Gouvernail's personality and seeks to understand him better. Despite her initial dislike of him, she begins to spend more time with him and tries to break through his reserve. This shows a change in her attitude towards him.

However, when Mrs. Baroda starts to feel a strong physical attraction towards Gouvernail, she realizes the potential consequences and decides to distance herself from him. She ultimately leaves the plantation and decides not to act upon her desires.

Based on these observations, we can conclude that Mrs. Baroda is not a stereotype, as she does not conform to a common and predictable character type. She also cannot be described as a flat character since she undergoes a change in her feelings towards Gouvernail and makes a decision regarding her own actions.

The best characterization for Mrs. Baroda would be a round, static character. This means that she is a complex and well-developed character (round), but does not undergo a significant change in the course of the story (static). Her feelings and desires evolve throughout the narrative, but she ultimately remains the same person, holding onto her values and choosing not to act upon her desires.

Round and dynamic

She is the main character! She can't be static and unchanging. The houseguest was static and unchanging.

Read through it again and make notes about HER thoughts and attitudes regarding the guest from the beginning of the story to the end. What do you discern?