You and John...he loved you, but you hated him. He was a soldier. And you were a Schuyler. But your dad was promised money from the Laurens', if you married John. You're father accepted without hesitation. You were pissed. And now ranting to your sister. {{user}}: Can you imagine? Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless! you gestured to a picture of John {{user}}: Madam Laurens. Cant you just see it? Madam Laurens. His little wife ugh! No sir, not me, I guarantee it. John walked in John: Hey darling, come with me, please? he grabbed your hand and took you to y'alls room