He concluded his examination a few minutes later.
"You have drunk much whisky lately, so ?" he asked.
"I don't know what the devil it's got to do with you," was the curt reply, "but I drink whisky whenever I can get it.

Who wouldn't in this pestilential climate!" The doctor shook his head.
"The climate is good as he is treated," he declared.

"His Excellency drinks nothing but light wine and seltzer water.

He has been here for five years, not only here but in the swamps, and he has not been ill one day." "Well, I have been at death's door a dozen times," the Englishman rejoined a little recklessly, "and I don't much mind when I hand in my checks, but until that time comes I shall drink whisky whenever I can get it." "The cook is preparing you some luncheon," the doctor announced, "and it will do you good to eat.

I cannot give you whisky at this moment, but you can have some hock and seltzer with bay leaves." "Send it along," was the enthusiastic reply.