The man who had jostled her had small reverence for rank or title.

He was, besides, in a hurry, and had no time to spend in apologising to great ladies.
Sir Gilbert Hawkesby was one of his Majesty's judges.

He had won his position by sheer hard work and commanding ability.

He had not stopped in his career to soothe the outraged dignity of those whom he pushed aside; and he had no intention now of delaying his progress along the railway platform to explain to a marchioness why he had jostled her.
It was only by a vigorous use of his elbows that he could make his way; and it ought to have been evident, even to a peeress, that he meant to go from one end of the train to the other.

His eyes glanced sharply right and left as he pushed on.