I think he'd like it.

He could meet people and talk about his ideas, and I'm sure I'd like to have him." They talked much and long about this, till the evening settled about them, till they had their quiet supper, and the girls came home to their noisy one; and late that evening, when all was still again, Diantha came to the dim piazza corner once more and sat there quite alone.
Full of hope, full of courage, sure of her progress--and aching with loneliness.
She sat with her head in her hands, and to her ears came suddenly the sound of a familiar step--a well-known voice--the hands and the lips of her lover.
"Diantha!" He held her close.
"Oh, Ross! Ross! Darling! Is it true?
When did you come?
Oh, I'm so glad! So _glad_ to see you!" She was so glad that she had to cry a little on his shoulder, which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy.
"I've good news for you, little girl," he said.

"Good news at last! Listen, dear; don't cry.

There's an end in sight.

A man has bought out my shop.