They were not servants.

They were not timid, inexperienced, weak.
After I got over the jar to my pride (which Jeff, I truly think, never felt--he was a born worshipper, and which Terry never got over--he was quite clear in his ideas of "the position of women"), I found that loving "up" was a very good sensation after all.

It gave me a queer feeling, way down deep, as of the stirring of some ancient dim prehistoric consciousness, a feeling that they were right somehow--that this was the way to feel.

It was like--coming home to mother.

I don't mean the underflannels-and-doughnuts mother, the fussy person that waits on you and spoils you and doesn't really know you.