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.

Of course Lady Arabella could not suckle the young heir herself.  Ladies Arabella never can.  They are gifted with the powers of being mothers, but not nursing-mothers.  Nature gives them bosoms for show, but not for use.  So Lady Arabella had a wet-nurse.  At the end of six months the new doctor found Master Frank was not doing quite so well as he should do; and after a little trouble it was discovered that the very excellent young woman who had been sent express from Courcy Castle to Greshamsbury—­a supply being kept up on the lord’s demesne for the family use—­was fond of brandy.  She was at once sent back to the castle, of course; and, as Lady de Courcy was too much in dudgeon to send another, Dr Thorne was allowed to procure one.  He thought of the misery of Roger Scatcherd’s wife, though also of her health and strength, and active habits; and thus Mrs Scatcherd became the foster-mother to young Gresham.

One other episode we must tell of past times.  Previous to his father’s death, Dr Thorne was in love.  Nor had he altogether sighed and pleaded in vain; though it had not quite come to that, the young lady’s friends, or even the young lady herself, had actually accepted his suit.  At that time his name stood well in Barchester.  His father was a prebendary; his cousins and his best friends were the Thornes of Ullathorne, and the lady, who shall be nameless, was not thought to be injudicious in listening to the young doctor.  But when Henry Thorne went so far astray, when the old doctor died, when the young doctor quarrelled with Ullathorne, when the brother was killed in a disgraceful quarrel, and it turned out that the physician had nothing but his profession and no settled locality in which to exercise it; then, indeed, the young lady’s friends thought that she was injudicious, and the young lady herself had not spirit enough, or love enough, to be disobedient.  In those stormy days of the trial she told Dr Thorne, that perhaps it would be wise that they should not see each other any more.