'What line ?' said Mrs.Burgoyne.
'It's Milton.

I learnt it at school.

You will know it, of course,' she said timidly.

'It's the line about "the triple tyrant" and "the Babylonian woe"'-- Mrs.Burgoyne laughed.
'Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant-- Was that what you were thinking of ?' Miss Foster had coloured deeply.
'It was the cap--the tiara, isn't it ?--that reminded me,' she said faintly; and then she looked away, as though not wishing to continue the subject.
'She wonders whether I am a Catholic,' thought Mrs.Burgoyne, amused, 'and whether she has hurt my feelings.'-- Aloud, she said--'Are you very, very Puritan still in your part of America?
Excuse me, but I am dreadfully ignorant about America.' 'We are Methodists in our little town mostly'-- said Miss Foster.

'There is a Presbyterian church--and the best families go there.