came out of prison.

Roger Scatcherd, though his hands were now red with blood, was to be
pitied. A short time before the days of Henry Thorne's death he had
married a young wife in his own class of life, and had made many
resolves that henceforward his conduct should be such as might become a
married man, and might not disgrace the respectable brother-in-law he
was about to have given him such was his condition when he first heard
of his sister's plight. As has been said, he filled himself with drink
and started off on the scent of blood.

During his prison days his wife had to support herself as she might.
The decent articles of furniture which they had put together were sold;
she gave up their little house, and, bowed down by misery, she also was
brought near to death. When he was liberated he at once got work; but
those who have watched the lives of such people know how hard it is for
them to recover lost ground. She became a mother immediately after his
liberation, and when her child was born they were in direst want; for
Scatcherd was again drinking, and his resolves were blown to the wind.

The doctor was then living at Greshamsbury. He had gone over there
before the day on which he undertook the charge of poor Mary's baby,
and soon found himself settled as the Greshamsbury doctor. This
occurred very soon after the birth of the young heir. His predecessor
in this career had 'bettered' himself, or endeavoured to do so, by
seeking the practice of some large town, and Lady Arabella, at a very
critical time, was absolutely left with no other advice than that of a
stranger, picked up, as she declared to Lady de Courcy, somewhere
between Barchester jail, or Barchester court-house, she did not know
which.