Don't show your surprise, and keep calm.

I, Ulrich, the boy from the Black Forest, am the man you seek, I am Navarrete." "You ?" asked the lansquenet, opening his eyes in amazement.

"Nonsense! You're paying me off for the yarns I told you just now." No, Hans Eitelfritz, no! I am not jesting, I mean it.

I am Navarrete! Nay more! If you keep your mouth shut, and the devil doesn't put his finger into the pie, I think, spite of all the Zorrillos, I shall be Eletto to-morrow.
"You know the Spanish temper! The German Ulrich will be a very different person to them from the Castilian Navarrete.

It is in your power to spoil my chance." The other interrupted him by a peal of loud, joyous laughter, then shouted to the dog: "Up, Lelaps! My respects to Caballero Navarrete." The Spaniards frowned, for they thought the German was drunk, but Hans Eitelfritz needed more liquor than that to upset his sobriety.
Flashing a mischievous glance at Ulrich from his bright eyes, he whispered: "If necessary, I too can be silent.