He would have something off his own property, a small thing, but sufficient for his requirements.

He gave his word to quit the turf finally.

He had no desire to amuse himself in that sort of way again--or, indeed, in other ways.

He wished to settle down, etc.
It occurred to old Bolton, who was a shrewd man, that Sir Maurice looked like one whose interest in life and its joys was at an end.
Still, he was a baronet, and of very ancient lineage, and it was a triumph for the Boltons.

He refused to acknowledge to _himself_ that he was sacrificing his niece.