A faint sense of some purely conventional responsibility in their position affected them both.

They would have shaken hands if either had offered the initiative.

A sullen consciousness of gratuitous rectitude in the selfish mind of the father; an equally sullen conviction of twenty years of wrong in the son, withheld them both.

Unpleasantly observant of each other's awkwardness, they parted with a feeling of relief.
Dr.West closed the door, lit his lamp, and, going to his desk, folded the paper containing the memoranda he had just written and placed it in his pocket.

Then he summoned his foreman.