He always breaks his own.

I beg you not to go." Dorian Gray laughed and shook his head.
"I entreat you." The lad hesitated, and looked over at Lord Henry, who was watching them from the tea-table with an amused smile.
"I must go, Basil," he answered.
"Very well," said Hallward, and he went over and laid down his cup on the tray.

"It is rather late, and, as you have to dress, you had better lose no time.

Good-bye, Harry.

Good-bye, Dorian.