I'd prefer him to call me Miss Anderson.) He's not nearly so good-looking as the violinist.

The violinist is lots more thrilling, but I shouldn't wonder if Mr.Easterbrook was more comfortable to live with.
The violinist is the kind of a man that makes you want to sit up and take notice, and have your hair and finger nails and shoes just right; but with Mr.Easterbrook you wouldn't mind a bit sitting in a big chair before the fire with a pair of old slippers on, if your feet were tired.
Mr.Easterbrook doesn't care for music.

He's a broker.

He looks awfully bored when the violinist is playing, and he fidgets with his watch-chain, and clears his throat very loudly just before he speaks every time.

His automobile is bigger and handsomer than the violinist's.