[It is Val's absolute born-and-bred confidence that allows him to walk the way that he does: as if he owns the place, or at least as if the place will entirely reshape itself to fit his whims. He is not trying to fit in but manages, by virtue of his self-assurance and innate patronization, to be fit in all the same.
As they walk he is looking around, taking in the sights--here a doorway, here a knot of men laughing, here a turn in the labyrinthian street that leads down a dark way--and here a house--and his hand strays toward his little writing-book, ready to make some note.
It is only Bastien's suggestion that strikes a chink in his confidence. He looks around with a little scowl.]
What! Why must I be the valet? Why can we not both be gentlemen gamblers!
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As they walk he is looking around, taking in the sights--here a doorway, here a knot of men laughing, here a turn in the labyrinthian street that leads down a dark way--and here a house--and his hand strays toward his little writing-book, ready to make some note.
It is only Bastien's suggestion that strikes a chink in his confidence. He looks around with a little scowl.]
What! Why must I be the valet? Why can we not both be gentlemen gamblers!