The Doctor Was a Blockhead

Late that night, after his broken leg was set, he was feverish and forgot his self-restraint. He soon caught sight of the thing resting close to his hand by the nightlight on the green tablecloth. The wings quiver, with a sudden wave of anger, he smote at it with his vest; the nurse woke up with a shriek. That moth, he sat, and then it was fancy. Nothing. All the time, you could see quite clearly the insect going round the cornice and darting across the room. But as the night waned, the fever grew upon him, and the very dread he had of seeing the moth made him see ya