"Then you can't ignore a conclusion."

"I haven't reached a conclusion. Meanwhile, I have my own beliefs."

"That's all that's necessary," said Guilder, gravely, "--to
entertain some belief, temporary or final." He smiled slightly down
at Drene's drawn, gray visage.

"You and I have been friends of many years, Drene, but we have never
before talked this way. I did not feel at liberty to assume any
intimacy with you, even when I wanted to, even when--when you were
in trouble--" He hesitated.

"Go on," grunted the other. "I'm out of trouble now."

"I just--it's a whimsical notion--no, it's a belief;--I just wanted
to tell you one or two things concerning my own beliefs--"

"Temporary?"

"I don't know. It doesn't matter; they are beliefs. And this is
one: all physical and mental ills are created only by our own
minds--"

"Christian Science?" sneered Drene.

"Call it what you like," said Guilder serenely. "And call this what
you like: All who believe worthily will find that particular belief
true in every detail after death."