If Catherine lacked physical graces, this and many another story prove that she had a rare gift of diplomacy.  She had, moreover, an unfailing cheerfulness and goodness of heart which quickly endeared her to the moody and capricious Peter.  In his frequent fits of nervous irritability which verged on madness, she alone had the power to soothe him and restore him to sanity.  Her very voice had a magic to arrest him in his worst rages, and when the fit of madness (for such it undoubtedly was) was passing away she would “take his head and caress it tenderly, passing her fingers through his hair.  Soon he grew drowsy and slept, leaning against her breast.  For two or three hours she would sit motionless, waiting for the cure slumber always brought him, until at last he awoke cheerful and refreshed.”

Thus each day the Livonian peasant-woman took deeper root in the heart of the Emperor, until she became indispensable to him.  Wherever he went she was his constant companion—­in camp or on visits to foreign Courts, where she was received with the honours due to a Queen.  And not only were her presence and her ministrations infinitely pleasant to him; her prudent counsel saved him from many a blunder and mad excess, and on at least one occasion rescued his army from destruction.

So strong was the hold she soon won on his affection and gratitude that he is said to have married her secretly within three years of first setting eyes on her.  Her future and that of the children she had borne to him became his chief concern; and as early as 1708, when he was leaving Moscow to join his army, he left behind him a note:  “If, by God’s will, anything should happen to me, let the 3000 roubles which will be found in Menshikoff’s house be given to Catherine Vassilevska and her daughter.”

But whatever the truth may be about the alleged secret marriage, we know that early in 1712, Peter, in his Admiral’s uniform, stood at the altar with the Livonian maid-servant, in the presence of his Court officials, and with two of her own little daughters as bridesmaids.  The wedding, we are told, was performed in a little chapel belonging to Prince Menshikoff, and was preceded by an interview with the Dowager-Empress and his Princess sisters, in which Peter declared his intention to make Catherine his wife and commanded them to pay her the respect due to her new rank.  Then followed, in brilliant sequence, State dinners, receptions, and balls, at all of which the laundress-bride sat at her husband’s right hand and received the homage of his subjects as his Queen.

Picture now the woman who but a few years earlier had scrubbed Pastor Glueck’s floors and cleaned Menshikoff’s window-panes, in all her new splendours as Empress of Russia.  The portraits of her, in her unaccustomed glories, are far from flattering and by no means consistent.  “She showed no sign of ever having possessed beauty,” says Baron von Poellnitz; “she was tall and strong and very dark, and would have seemed darker but for the rouge and whitening with which she plastered her face.”