... He leaned forward and took one of her hands in his. "I'm worried about you, madame. Please tell me what's wrong. Should I be the least bit concerned you might be suicidal?"
"Oh no," she protested. "Of course I'm not. Not at all! Why, you'd have to put a gun to my head to get me to kill myself."
"Ha! Gun to my head... Get it?"
He sighed deeply. "I got it madame, it's just not really all that funny."
He tugged at her hand. "What should I do? I don't know what to do to help you. Are you depressed?"
"No," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm not. I'm not depressed. That's not it. I am dispirited. That's exactly what I am."