There were not feminine partners enough to go around.
"My cue is to cut out, I guess," mused Greg, finding himself near the entrance to the ballroom.
Once outside, Greg drew off his gloves, thrusting them in under the breast of his gray uniform coat.

He wasn't quite decided whether to go back to Cullum later.

But at present he wanted to stroll in the dark and to think.
"I reckon I'll take Dick's line of philosophy, and cut girls a good deal," decided Greg.

"Yet, at West Point in the summer, it's either girls or mischief.

Mischief, if carried too far, gets a fellow bounced out of the Academy, while girls---I wonder which is safer ?" Still guessing, Cadet Holmes wandered a good way from Cullum Hall, and was not again seen that night on the polished dancing floor.
* * * * * * * * Anstey had gone visiting some other yearlings.