There he found for her a fitting home till she should be old enough to sit at his table and live in his bachelor house; and no one but old Mr Gresham knew who she was, or whence she had come.
Then Roger Scatcherd, having completed his six months' confinement, 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.