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M. Cabarus accompanied us. We had to change trains at Aimargues, and did not reach Arles until long after sunset. He and Fifine had chatted most of the way together, ostentatiously, on her part, to my exclusion. At Arles, I helped M. Cabarus to shoulder his knapsack, a service for which he returned me a rather frigid acknowledgment.
"Our quarters," I said to him, "will be at the Hôtel du Nord Pinus. It will afford us much pleasure if you decide to make yours there too."