That awkward whelp with his money bags would have made his entrance.

She took a spell of grammary, and threw it on the knight: / Still he stood, and moved not: (I tell the tale aright:) / She took from him his falchion, unlac'd his hauberk bright. / Mournfully Wolfdietrich cried, Gone is all my might.[…]

[A] startling interruption occurred at that moment, which took their whole attention by storm.

Their capacity for talking so much and saying so little is astonishing. Their verbosity is unpalatable.