The grand try-on is about to begin.

We'll just have time for it before luncheon.

Kindly go to the living-room and obtain front seats for the performance." Having delivered this merry injunction, Grace turned and went back to the house.
Laying aside their work in obedience to the prospective bride's command, Mrs.Harlowe and Nora proceeded in leisurely fashion to the house, there to await Grace's pleasure.
"Go on into the living-room, Nora," said Mrs.Harlowe as they stepped into the hall.

"I must see Bridget about luncheon.

I'll return directly." Left to herself, Nora went over to the piano.