Concordia took a deep breath and knocked on Langdon’s door.
“Enter!”
She poked her head in. “May I speak with you?”
“Of course.” Langdon stood and gestured to the chair beside his desk.
Concordia took a deep breath for courage. She’d known President Langdon since she had started teaching at Hartford Women’s College, back when he was dean. She’d always found him to be fair-minded. Although the man harbored many of the old ideas about women and what their role in society should be, he was dedicated to the college’s mission to provide the young ladies with the best education possible.
Concordia got right to the point. “Mr. Langdon, I want to speak with you about Miss Lovelace and her friends, who are on the verge of being expelled.”
Langdon’s brow furrowed, and his usually amiable expre
