"Aw, come on, Henri! What do you see?"

Henri included them all in his sweeping, flat gaze. "A mess of globs and specks," he said, painfully dry, "this is not how I look at anything," he turned his teacup away again, shaking his head and rising from the table, "enjoy your parlour games if you wish; I have better things to do."

Henri, of course, is an actual seer. . . But he uses tarot cards or nothing but his own senses to foretell the future.