The Field of Mars

Edmond Dantes:

Albert. What a pleasant surprise, Albert. Albert Mondego:
I'm not here to express hypocritical expressions of politeness, but to demand an explanation. Edmond Dantes:
For what, my dear boy? Albert Mondego:
All Paris buzzes with the story in the paper this morning. The one casting terrible aspersions on my father. On his integrity. On his military accomplishments. On his honor! Edmond Dantes:
Yes. Albert Mondego:
It is in "Le Journal de Globe". The newspaper you so recently purchased! Edmond Dantes:
You are in my home, Albert. I alone have the right to raise my voice here. Albert Mondego:
You're responsible for that story. Do you deny it? Edmond Dantes:
No. [Albert struggles to remove his glove, then moves to throw it] Edmond Dantes:
I consider the glove thrown, Albert. Albert Mondego:
Tomorrow morning, sir. The Field of Mars. Dawn. Edmond Dantes:
The Field of Mars