Then she ran from the terrace to the gate, and, hurrying through the gate, made her way into the churchyard, from the farther corner of which she could see the heads of the two men till they had made the turn into the main road beyond the parsonage.

There she remained till the very sound of the wheels no longer reached her ears, stretching her eyes in the direction they had taken.

Then she turned round slowly and made her way out at the churchyard gate, which opened on to the road close to the front door of the Small House.
"I should like to punch his head," said Hopkins, the gardener, to himself, as he saw the gig driven away and saw Lily trip after it, that she might see the last of him whom it carried.

"And I wouldn't think nothing of doing it; no more I wouldn't," Hopkins added in his soliloquy.

It was generally thought about the place that Miss Lily was Hopkins's favourite, though he showed it chiefly by snubbing her more frequently than he snubbed her sister.
Lily had evidently intended to return home through the front door; but she changed her purpose before she reached the house, and made her way slowly back through the churchyard, and by the gate of the Great House, and by the garden at the back of it, till she crossed the little bridge.