She thought a moment, and agreed that it did make a difference.

“Difference?” cried Mrs. Honeychurch, suddenly alert. “I don't see any difference. Fences are fences, especially when they are in the same place.”

“We were speaking of motives,” said Cecil, on whom the interruption jarred.

“My dear Cecil, look here.” She spread out her knees and perched her card-case on her lap. “This is me. That's Windy Corner. The rest of the pattern is the other people. Motives are all very well, but the fence comes here.”

“We weren't talking of real fences,” said Lucy, laughing.

“Oh, I see, dear — poetry.”