twelve o'clock
Anne slackened her pace to intimate as much to him . Whereupon he lapsed into strange and disturbing legends of his childhood . He told her he had early weaned himself from the love of Lenten Services , observing their effect upon the unfortunate lady , his aunt , who had brought him up . Punctually at twelve o'clock on Palm Sunday , he said , the poor soul , exhausted with her endeavours after the Christian life , would fly into a passion , and punctually would rise from it at the same hour on Easter Day . For quite a long time he had believed that that was why they called it Passion Week . She moaned `` Oh , Walter -- do n't ! '' as if he had hurt her , while she repressed the play of a little , creeping , curling , mundane smile .