Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' answered the gipsy; 'it is to be brother and sister, two souls which meet without mingling, two fingers of one hand.' 'And love?' continued Gringoire. 'Oh, love!' said she, and her voice trembled and her eye brightened. 'That is to be two and yet but one. A man and a woman blended into an angel. It is heaven itself.