I believed that he, too, was a spy, just as I was; and far worse, because if he were one he betrayed his own country, while I never had done that, never would.
All these thoughts rushed through my head in a second; and I think that Raoul could hardly have noticed the pause before I began to speak again.
"He--Godensky--would do anything to part you and me," I said.

"There's no plot too sly and vile for him to conceive and carry out against me--and you.

No lie too base for him to tell you--or others--about me.
He sent me a letter at the theatre--soon after you'd left me the first time.

In it, he said that I must give him a few minutes after the play, unless I wanted some dreadful harm to come to _you_--something concerning your career.

That frightened me, though I might have guessed it was only a trick.