But he didn't stir.

Perhaps he wasn't willing to leave his friend with the widow.
At length the last of the dishes was packed and Mrs Greenow went up-stairs with the two gentlemen.

There they found Kate and two or three other ladies who had promised to embark under the protection of Mrs Greenow's wings.

There were the two Miss Fairstairs, whom Mrs Greenow had especially patronized, and who repaid that lady for her kindness by an amount of outspoken eulogy which startled Kate by its audacity.
"Your dear aunt!" Fanny Fairstairs had said on coming into the room.
"I don't think I ever came across a woman with such genuine milk of human kindness!" "Nor with so much true wit," said her sister Charlotte,--who had been called Charlie on the sands of Yarmouth for the last twelve years.
When the widow came into the room, they flew at her and devoured her with kisses, and swore that they had never seen her looking so well.
But as the bright new gloves which both the girls wore had been presents from Mrs Greenow, they certainly did owe her some affection.
There are not many ladies who would venture to bestow such gifts upon their friends after so very short an acquaintance; but Mrs Greenow had a power that was quite her own in such matters.

She was already on a very confidential footing with the Miss Fairstairs, and had given them much useful advice as to their future prospects.
And then was there a Mrs Green, whose husband was first-lieutenant on board a man-of-war on the West Indian Station.