"Miss Dorland--may I be impertinent?" [Lord Peter said.]
"Not an artist, not a bohemian, and not a professional man;--a man of the world."
"What do you mean by those cryptic words?"
"For you. That is the kind of man who is going to like you very much. ...But you'll find that yours will be the leading brain of the two. He will take great pride in the fact. And you will find the man reliable and kind, and it will turn out quite well."
"I didn't know you were a prophet."
"I am, though."
--from The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club by Dorothy Sayers