Pockens, the Chess King, and the Moth

Pitted Risen was fluttering around the room. Happily saw Pockens quite distinctly laughing at him. All night long his sleep was broken by dreams of the moth. Twice in the night he turned out and scoused his head in cold water. His landlady could not possibly understand about the strange moth, especially as he had failed to catch it. No one but an entomologist would understand how he fell. He decided to say nothing further about the events of last night.