You've got to beat it out of the field.

Show that you're jealous of it.

A little judicious jealousy won't hurt." Edith's eyes were still and profound with wisdom.

"I don't believe you've ever yet made love to Anne properly.
That's what it all comes to." "Oh, I say," said he, "what do you know about it ?" "I'm only judging," said Edith, "by the results." "Oh, that isn't fair." "Perhaps it isn't," she owned, her wisdom growing by what it fed on.
"You see, she wouldn't let me do it properly." Edith pondered.

"Yes, but how long ago is it?
And you've been married since." "What difference does that make ?" "I should say it would make all the difference.