So tonight she was the secret Jew. She tore the letter into tiny pieces 
and fed them out her window, then did the same with a couple of Stars of David 
that she rooted out of her jewelry case. This thing was fully ractive, and 
there was nothing to prevent other characters from breaking into her coach and 
going through her possessions. Then she finished putting on her makeup and 
choosing her outfit, and went to the dining car for dinner. Most of the other 
characters were already in here. The nine amateurs were stiff and stilted as 
usual, the two other professionals were circulating among them, trying to 
loosen them up, break through that self-consciousness and get them into their 
characters.