churchwarden

At first, not knowing any better, I used sometimes to copy a nude on the pavement. The first I did was outside St Martin's-in-the-Fields church. A fellow in black—I suppose he was a churchwarden or something—came out in a tearing rage.

There was a small wooden table placed in front of the smoldering fire, with decanters, a jar of tobacco, and two long churchwardens.