While he would not, for the world, have denied Anne in her hour of distress, he could not help wishing that she had put the thing off till to-morrow.

Death doesn't appear so ugly in the daytime.

One is spared the feeling that it is stealing up through the darkness of night to lay claim to its prey.
Simmy shivered a little as he stood in front of Sherry's waiting for his car to come up.

He made up his mind then and there that when it came time for him to die he would see to it that he did not do it in the night.

For, despite the gay lights of the city, there were always sombre shadows for one to be jerked into by the relentless hand of death; there was something appalling about being dragged off into a darkness that was to be dissipated at sunrise, instead of lasting forever.
He left behind him in one of the big private diningrooms a brilliant, high-spirited company of revellers.