"Don't mind what, there's a dear, good mamma," said Gwendolen, reseating herself a moment to give atoning caresses. "I mean to do something. Never mind what until it is all settled. And then you shall be comforted. The dear face!--it is ten years older in these three weeks. Now, now, now! don't cry"--Gwendolen, holding her mamma's head with both hands, kissed the trembling eyelids. "But mind you don't contradict me or put hindrances in my way. I must decide for myself. I cannot be dictated to by my uncle or any one else. 
"Don't mind what, there's a dear, good mamma, until it is all settled. And then you shall be comforted. Now, now! don't cry." Gwendolen kissed the trembling eyelids. "But don't hinder me. I cannot be dictated to. 