Philadelphia was able to sink again into that sound sleep which is the privilege of non-manufacturing towns.

The different members of the club parted to seek their respective houses.
To mention the most distinguished amongst them, William T.Forbes sought his large sugar establishment, where Miss Doll and Miss Mat had prepared for him his evening tea, sweetened with his own glucose.
Truck Milnor took the road to his factory in the distant suburb, where the engines worked day and night.

Treasurer Jim Chip, publicly accused of possessing an alimentary canal twelve inches longer than that of other men, returned to the vegetable soup that was waiting for him.
Two of the most important balloonists--two only--did not seem to think of returning so soon to their domicile.

They availed themselves of the opportunity to discuss the question with more than usual acrimony.

These were the irreconcilables, Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans, the president and secretary of the Weldon Institute.
At the door of the club the valet Frycollin waited for Uncle Prudent, his master, and at last he went after him, though he cared but little for the subject which had set the two colleagues at loggerheads.
It is only an euphemism that the verb "discuss" can be used to express the way in which the duet between the president and secretary was being performed.