"Ay," said the minister, firmly, "and indeed there is no good whisky for drinking."
McFarquhar rose and from a small cupboard brought back a bottle of the Hudson Bay Company's brand. "There," he said, pouring out a glass, "you will not be saying there is no good whisky."
The minister lifted the glass and smelled it.
"Try it," said McFarquhar in triumph.
The minister put it to his lips.
"Ay," he said, "I know it well! It is the best, but it is also the worst. For this men have lost their souls. There is no good whisky for drinking, I'm saying."
"And what for, then?" asked McFarquhar faintly.
"Oh, it has its place as a medicine or a lotion."
"A lotion," gasped McFarquhar.
"Yes, in case of sprains—a sprained ankle, for instance."